The saddest poem
From the saddest part of my heart,
I try to write the saddest words.
Words filled with deserted dreams,
Words that will expunge me.
But, will it make the souls quiver?
Will it sting the sternest heart?
Peel my tempestuous mind,
And turn it into a delicate art.
After I write, in the tears filled night.
Will it soak up all sorrows of life?
With eyes of pity and fear-filled skin,
Will you cry as I bleed with the ink?
If it can do none,
Then curse the hands that write.
Maybe I just a lonely traveler,
Who dreamt of the saddest poem.