yugoroth

The poet, she writes But her lines do not rhyme The syllables Wrong They do not line up The poet, she reports But her words do not work The letters Confusing They do not make sense The poet, she records But her heart is not in it The meaning Lost It does not tell truth The poet, she writes But what is she writing for The reason Gone He has disappeared The poet, she cries For her words are now pointless Her inspiration Dead And gone forever The poet, she dies As her heart is long broken Her feelings Finished As is her life