The poet’s curse

I feel too much.
That is my problem.
The words fall and
weigh jagged on my soul.

That is the poet’s curse:
to take the bitter and
sweet flavours of this
world and this life
and taste them till
they hurt as depth.

I ask not for pity for
I have chosen this way
as artist overcome
by the subject on display.

I cannot but write about what
I see, and I cannot stop
feeling for my agony
is as wide as the world itself.