The poet widows in front of my eyes, <br />And his are lost, <br />I blame the cruel world <br /> <br />But himself is to blame <br />For he has fallen <br />Onto earth <br /> <br />And his heart beats <br />In the right compass <br />Like it should be <br /> <br />His words are used <br />And abused, <br />Murdered by fools <br /> <br />Death, once more, triumphs. <br />He lost against himself. <br />And I, I lost him.<br /><br />A.R. Brixton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poet-widows-in-front-of-my-eyes/
