It was not the grief on your face <br />That worried me, <br />It was the lack of inspiration, <br />Coming from this desperate situation. <br /> <br />For how could I offer any comfort <br />If I could not convert <br />Your all consuming pain, <br />Into a poem. <br /> <br />Like a photographer in a war zone <br />I try to capture the moment, <br />Using the most shocking of sights <br />just to fullfil those often lonely nights.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/selfish-acts-of-an-emotionally-crippled-poet/
