Vow of Silence;

[tectak]

Well the dawn draws nigh
in the pale blue sky
and the birds outside in song;
as I close my eyes
and droop my head
and wonder what went wrong.

Till the sun sits high
in some grey-white sky
outside kids laugh and play;
but I don't get far
before she returns
and I wonder what to say;

but the silence lingers
till the day-light dwindles
and the dusk stalks gently on;
now the streets are quiet
life gone with the light
and she was right all along.

But it's night time now
and I've kept my vow
and the birds have quit their song;
and I wonder, I wonder
if before I die,
if I'll ever sing along.

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P.S The simplicity of it was intentional as to convey the apathy behind the 'misery-of-it-all'.

Hello and welcome,
this is suitably posted in the Novice Forum. Progression in poetry is rather like driving along a road where every car has some nugget of advice displayed in the rear window. If you drive too fast you will be continually held up and stuck behind the cars in front. Slow down, let them pass. Read the advice.
What you have done here is write something that means something, that rhymes sometimes (lingers dwindles) and forces when it does (song along), that uses cliches, that uses archaic language (nigh) then doesn't, that has no fixed meter, that excuses itself as being simplistic when , in fact, it is only simple.
OK. What to do? I see your rhyme scheme is almost AAB??B ...fix it and make it so.
Centre align? Glad you like it. I do not. Your poem, your call. Leave it and go home happy.
Well. What well? Should I ever meet Blind Lemon Chitterlin' I may ask him to sing it. Give the man a mouth harp.
.....but......but....by far the biggest problem is CONTENT. There isn't any.
Best,
tectak.
You are to be applauded for the AAB??B rhyme scheme, but if this is a blues song, it has been done before...over....and over...and over again. If it isn't then I would go at it again because it looks as if it is.