I'm writing a persona, a role, a drama;
Long winded characters and karma.
I rhymed about tears and trauma
Each line combined with stigma.
Absurd stories, vaguely worded calamity;
I dissed the skies, doubted the all mighty.
This passion lined with prideful agony
Of a writer who had faced no tragedy.
This poet's world in painted tears
I've written well over the years;
Though looking back it wasn't clear
What's a story and what's my fear.