Just a Poet

Татьяна Николаевна Шевцова
Let’s start the poem with these words
“I’m no one and my name is nothing.”
I’m just a poet, broken, lost,
Misunderstood by all the world;
Not capable of reaching something
 
Disaster is my second name
So, pessimism is all I’ve got
My life is playing such a game
In which I lose again, again
And there’s no room for brand new start
 
There is no sense to chase my dreams
They’re always turning into ashes
A chance is never what it seems
And in the end I have no wins
Only some teardrops on eyelashes
 
I hardly think it’s not my fault
Sometimes I try once more, but still
There’s no one but for me involved
It’s just the way I see the world
This way I write, this way I feel
 
April 16 2017