The Poet Widows In Front Of My Eyes

Poem By A.R. Brixton

The poet widows in front of my eyes,
And his are lost,
I blame the cruel world

But himself is to blame
For he has fallen
Onto earth

And his heart beats
In the right compass
Like it should be

His words are used
And abused,
Murdered by fools

Death, once more, triumphs.
He lost against himself.
And I, I lost him.

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