Misery Upon Memory Poem by Anthony Han

Its all so Wizardly
A poor lad about ye tall 5 ft 3
16 years alive
sees the lass of his dreams
He engages conversation with she
Nervousness tells him it won't happen

Logic explains it will never work out
The heart frail is now aching
Such a disappointment noticed
Into his recollection of the event
It all was blind to the eye
But was felt within the third

The romance developing beneath within to be complete
Leaving him magically
Crushing him
Agony sets forth upon a firm prison
Not allowed to runaway
With this half broken heart
Without this fading part

For whatever reason
aye tis be bout thy heart of ache
like a sea rustling against the wind
might yee be yarr on the find
i pour my tea as i relax and see
Three quarters hot the rest cold
Whats the point of adding both

So I can still have that burning taste
Yet not singe my lips when i take
Raising my eyes I look out beyond
Peering into the distant yard
Trees of all shades and sizes
Pleasant smells arise

At this moment I find myself
Already outside as proof
That I am at peace
With the surroundings of nature
Around this old bum