From loneliness
A poet was born.
With his true love
Gone his heart died.

All he wanted
Was what she could
Not give him and
His dreams fell deep.

Somewhere in the
Darkness lurked the
Poet, half-in-
Hell and half-dead.

He wrote out of
His misery.
He did not call
These words poems.

He fell in love
With words as he
Had fallen for
His one true love.

Half-in-hell and
Half-dead, he sought
Salvation and
Love through his words.

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