Junior Year: On My Way

During my junior year, my class didn't emphasize much on a creative portfolio, but I was still given the opportunity to try some new kinds of writing. One new style of writing we were asked to try was writing a poem in iambic pentameter. Having to think about a certain rhythm I had to maintain during the poem was difficult, but I found that the actual writing of the poem wasn't too hard, but fun. I felt that this is the year that I really started to write the way I wanted to, the way I wrote as a writer, not how I thought I should write. Here is my iambic pentameter poem:

The Long Winter

A fire burning, embers glowing soft.
The warmth is all I feel, the numbness gone.
Surrounded by the comfort, he has coughed.
The only sound throughout the room at dawn.
I have a notion this is not the end.
Yes, he may leave; the presence is still there.
The time will come for all the wounds to mend.
Becoming cold has made less people care.
But maybe this is different, right? I hope.
I can't avoid the truth much longer now.
My wall has strength descending on a slope.
When will the block stop in my mind, and how?
One day the time will come, epiphany.
Can anyone, will someone, save old me?