“I’m so alone,” the Poet cried,
his heart awash in tears.
"The world’s a cold and empty place;
a hell of dream-fed fears!”
"Oh, why can’t someone love me?
I’ve got so much to share!
Won’t someone come and softly say
those simple words: ‘I care’?”
And through his misty eyes he saw,
approaching as through smoke,
no saintly form: a common man!
A parody! A joke!
"I’d like to care,” the stranger said,
in shy and gentle tone.
"But who asked YOU?” the Poet sneered,
and wandered off, alone.