Gatsby

Gatsby He looked out from his window Eyes fixed forever, on the light that had escaped him His one and only treasure. He knew in his heart that it could never be But still he liked to believe That his big house would win her over, A prize that shouldn't be fought -Love. His house had thirteen windows, each with a different view Of the thirteen windows, only one of them mattered The window with the green light-the torture it caused was too much to bear But still he persisted, he clawed and he bit At his one chance of happiness, just barely missed. Too blind to see past what could've been Always thinking about the moment when He left for war, fought bravely and returned Wondering if she would be ever be burned By the scars of abandonment that he had caused Who could have guessed the end? The parties he threw, the things he bought It seemed were all for naught For the woman he loved, did not love him And this was perhaps the greatest sin... The woman, out of jealousy and rage Turned into a monster, left out of her cage Killed a lover and he took the blame While the woman herself shows no shame He stares at the window one final time Hoping that she might change her mind That the blame on him would be erased That they might go to a better place He looked at the window with the green light Forever reaching and out of sight.