I’m bored, so I wrote a… poem?

I’ve never written poetry. I don’t even know if this counts as poetry, or just sentences that sound a little similar lol.

Tell me what you think.

“While I sank into the darkness of midnight, I forgot what light was.

While I sat in the bitter, relentless cold, I forgot the feeling of warmth.

While I submitted to the silence, I forgot how to sing.

While I suffered from the raging waves, I forgot happiness.

While I stood in the heavy, never-ending rain, I forgot how to smile.

While I soaked among lies and deceit, I forgot what truth was.

While I starved and withered of hunger, I forgot fullness.

While I slipped into confusion and uncertainty, I forgot who I was.

While I sought a meaning to these things, I forgot hope.

While I straightened my tie this morning, I lost sanity.

While I supplicated for more, I remembered desire.

While I slaughtered all those around me, I remembered hate.

While I stabbed my victims in repetition, I remembered blood lust.

While I suffocated them, yet more, I remembered ascendancy.”

Hmm… I feel like it still needs an ending though…