What do you think this poem means?

Question

Untitled Poem

I remember the many nights

When I would ponder by the lights

I took the ink and smeared the page

With what I hoped and prayed was there

Your soul would never be the same

If you were penned, a common name

Still they asked of you to play

In their grey big yellow hay

To them, you'd try to run

They were not worthy of your sun

You've been drawn by peasant’s hand

Stained by winter's rain

Tell you instead, to sit and wait

And form until the end of day

And when the night did fall and creep

Their shine would dust into a heap

I had hoped you'd tell my tale

When I had aged and left you there

In you, I wished to see my best

But now I know we're but like rest

Answer 1

To me, the focus of the poem is on the first person(the writer himself) and his creation (may it be an art piece or writing.)

I'm not certain of the others, but the message is that the creator does his best in putting soul in his creation and is trying to catch the impact of the meaning he is trying to put into it but still to him, it's not enough.

Answer 2

i really like it.