The poet

The plate falls,
The shards are seperated and
Spread across the lines.

Where shall it begin?
When is the completion
To come?
Are we all just being
Lead to our,
Deaths?

Should all aspirations
Be forgotten for there is
No point to it?

The poestry is complicated,
Broken and the meaning
Is not to be understood.
As even the poet knows not,
This anwer.