No Title Will Do

'tis poetry
I wish to write,
to take the rue
out of the night,

my severed soul
with aching bite,
the art of me
has taken flight,

what heart lives
without a might,
what will can
that cannot fight,

dreadful pain
but no delight,
sleeps with me
on every night,

lonely rain and
opaque light,
art is near but
out of sight...

R.S. 03/06