I sit here at night
doubt myself as poet
so I lay 3000 of my writes down on my bed
and cry for my love of this art

It is so unfair, I put myself through these dark times
I sometimes think what the ******* are you doing Chris
maybe one day I will stop suffering for my art
but that spark is in my poetic heart

God do I break me
god do I hate me
do your best my lord
and truly break me

For I am nothing but a shattered man
all is what you see
for I am truly him
a lonely rejected man

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris