Part 2..

These tears you see...
Are the tears of defeat...
Of loosing my dream...
Everything it meant to me..
All the words...
That were once mine...
That were my original work...
That everyone like to read..
For hours I would work...
As if in my own world...
Without disturbance..
Working my next poem..
As da vinci..
Working on his next masterpiece..
Just wondering..
What the public would think...
Wanting opinions...
From every which way...
On this poem...
That I would soon create..
The words were meaningful...
More than ever...
Especially to me...
They consisted of people...
And memories..
Of broken hearts..
And tears...
Every word was mine..
Behind the obivious meaning..
Those poems were more..
They were part of me..