To All Those Grim Poets

There's an ocean of woe out there.

To All Those Grim Poets

 

By Elton Camp

 

On every publishing wesite I go,

I’m finding largely an ocean of woe

 

I loved, but then I wasn’t loved back

Proper childhood upbringing I did lack

 

Even though there wasn’t a reason why

My spouse has left me high and dry

 

Because my miserable life I much hate

My greatest pleasure is to self-mutilate

 

The one I loved just laid down & died

And since then, all I have done is cried

 

But the ones that really scare me most

Are those that of intended suicide boast

 

To answer that, I am unwilling even to try

And so to that sort I never attempt to reply

 

There is always the chance, I fearfully think

What I say would push them over the brink

 

But a general comment I here will make

Destroying yourself is usually a mistake

 

For who knows what the next day will bring

From an unexpected source good may spring

 

Reviews

[Marie]

I think most of these unhappy writers are quite young, and the younger you are the more tragic life seems. I don't know why...