A True Poetic Calamity

These words are so sad

I feel the sorrow

I imagine your mind state

I bear witness

To the pain

You speak of

I notice no longer

Does your heart feel

You are but an empty shell

You live with no fears

You no longer shed tears

You’re all cried out

Why is that happiness evades you

Or whether do you evade it

Y remain in solitude

When so many things

Have yet to be finished

This is how you tell your story

This is how you confess

Through these sad words

Yes now I see

 

 

            But y call yourself a true poetic calamity?