The Forlorn Poet

I’m so tired of staring at an empty chair.

The loneliness.

The emptiness.

The sadness.

The anger.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way.

Can we please try again?

I promise things will be different this time.

Or maybe they won’t.

Maybe I’ll be the same hopeless failure

I’ve always been.

But I feel like I’ve gotta do something

Because I’m so tired of staring at a empty chair.