Now that I’m happy and have a good life
And the one I love has become my wife,
There is no more need to write poetry.
Poetry is just me going back over me.
Poetry is my disappointment and sigh.
Poetry is my unfathomable sadness and cry.
You should have read more carefully
To understand the depth of my misery,
And then hating me, you would have been happy.
You thought I was making a successful art,
And I had a joyous energy in my heart.
No, my poetry was the affliction of an afflicted life
Because of you, and before I found my beautiful wife.