My heart is full of tears
In vast darkness it so appears.
Left behind and forsaken
Promises undone and broken.
It is but with a heavy heart
That I struggle in this art
For I am only human, not smart,
Who judge not but love from the start.
Yes, I write silly rhymes and crappy poems,
But that one man never condemns.
He inspired me to write
With the pen as my might.
Now that he’s left and gone
Should I just stop, instead I run?