Poet of Sorrows

The poet of sorrows, A man of mystery His eyes shattered glass, A depressing history His heart, A broken shrine Echoes of pain, Forever aligned His poems reflect his sorrow and grief Chaining his heart, mind and belief To the notion that he stands alone in his abyss of solitude Where echoes whisper truths in hallow multitude His emotions limit all his actions Never revealing for no reactions Forever trapped in this depressed state The light in his eyes, now gone and fade The poet, Forever alone Reflecting the path that I own For I am the poet, And the poet is me The poet of sorrows, A reflection of me