Dead Poet

I want to complete, 

All the poems I've left behind. 

Oh but how much I try, 

 I can't keep my mind. 

You were my healing, 

You were my muse. 

Can't forget the feeling, 

Dare not find new. 

When you were gone, 

Eyes were dry. 

Heart was scattered, 

Even the ink didn't cry. 

Hope belief trust, 

All those words seemed wrong. 

Why I must, 

Keeping writing on? 

My little foolish heart, 

Believed you so far. 

But you left me in the dirt, 

Now I sit drunk in the bar. 

The day you walked away, 

One writer died. 

No longer could see the bright day, 

As no ray was left to Guide...