Why will a poet die

Help me,  I plead
My poems I have
written
Are lonely and desolate
They are disconnected from humanity
Like corpses they await salvation
They will die without your annunciation
It's true
  I cannot lie about my poems
Poems that sit on the station
If you've ever sat on the station
Wondering where you belong
 
I wonder why,
I know each poem
needs a home
In your heart
or a sigh
Otherwise a poet may die
 
Why
       Will
              A
                 Poet
                        Die?
 
Why Why  Why
 
        Unread
Will
End
         Up
             DEAD
 
R.I.P.   God Made
 
Help me, I plead
May my poems R.I.P.