edgar allen poe

edgar allen poe wrote about his fateful woes where as i write about my endless tide,
flowing through the strip may the alcohol have been,
but i can never flow,
for i get stuck and lost and sob in a rage,
like edgar allen poe.

i may haven’t perved on a thirteen year old,
because i am too close to one,
and i don’t even have one to sob and moon and morn over,
because i’m alone constantly,
like edgar allen poe.

we are too similar to be so different,
but i still don’t feel a closeness with someone who lived such a painful life,
while everyone tells me mine is so wonderful;
it makes me want to hurt them because they judge what cannot be seen,
a fatefully stupid thing to do.

i wonder if i’ll ever get the chance to be loved by someone,
or if i’ll stay like this for eternity and hate my existence,
just like edgar allen poe.