God, and how could you?
Or how could I?
Be the greatest?
With my mother, far away
My father dead
My wife distant
My children, unknowing
Without a penny to **** on
And without a place to call home
The inevitable falling and tearing of my very hope
I'm the world's saddest poet, and I'll tell you why
Without a single trace
Recognizable to anyone
I have brought forth my own demons
To walk with me
They told me
Never
To leave you
Alone