O My Captain! My captain! Our trip has been ended
The ship has been wrecked and we won the prize
Our destiny is near and people are merrymaking
And we are waiting to go
But O Heart! Heart! Heart!
Mournful to see blood drops of our captain
On the deck of ship
Who is cold and dead?
2 thoughts on “Poem 8 – Hour 8 – Aymen Zaheer”
Love this one! You brought those emojis to wonderful words!
I agree with Jana – this prompt was tough for me – but I love your interpretation and how the poem flows! Thanks!