My Love Died

I used to love the craft It was the only place I didn't feel daft But after years of the shaft The window's open and I feel a cold draft I used to feel warm shrouded in the word Reality and fantasy could be blurred And I could spill my heart undeterred Truly my naivety was absurd After all the feelings I spilled I still felt so unfulfilled Despite all the people I thrilled My heart began to feel killed And when I finally do walk away I'll really be okay Because poetry was never my place to stay As I'm just a lost and lonely stray My love for verse has died I'm just holding on for one last ride And maybe if I actually cried I could exit with a little pride I'm adrift with little emotion And am devoid of any devotion My mind is a drying ocean With nary a nice notion I used to have such a vision And writing it out was my only mission Eyes large with glorious ambition I could make it through sheer attrition But eventually I shall write my last verse And lift the veil on this lonely curse As it really can't get much worse I just wish I could have been more terse