I finished a poem that Edgar Allan Poe began.

Among Edgar Allan Poe’s possessions was found a single poetic line that read: “Deep in earth my love is lying, and I must weep alone.” Heart-breaking, especially given the early death of his wife. Well, I thought this was far too powerful not to continue on a few lines, and although my poetry skills are nothing compared to Poe’s here it is:

 

“Deep in earth my love is lying, and I must weep alone,

I long to join her in her dying, to sleep beside her bones,

But such a thought no comfort brings,

To contemplate the end of things,

Life it seems, my soul denying, has reaped what I have sewn”