Death stole his talent so young <br />A genus told through pen and tongue <br />One of the greatest writers ever known <br />Although his works were rarely shown <br />His life filled with pain and sorrow <br />Yet he still wrote of a joyous tomorrow <br />He wrote of his misery as well <br />Stories that only a love-stricken heart could tell <br />He loved throughout most of his life <br />Until a sickness stole his wife <br />Then alcohol became his only love <br />Since his bride was taken so far above <br />The whiskey would end his life of pain <br />A life much lived in vein <br />“Lord help my poor soul” were his last muttered words <br />As he joined his raven and other birds.<br /><br />Amber Green<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poe-2/
