A Long Story, Cut Short. Poem by Drich The Poet

I am beauty.
I am art.
I am a masterpiece.
I am hard work.
I am handwork.
I am exquisite......
But now
I am history

Like a redundant statue,
Poplars stares with expectations.
The reality is I can't move
And with each dying seconds,
The level of hope increase
But no one sees my plight.

I didn't just gab about
What I can't do.
Neither did I just sow a seed of
disappointment in you.
I blabbed about what
I can do.

And if I'm right,
I suppose I said it
Before it's time
Now it has bridged
mistrust between us.
Or was I hallucinating?

Amiri of Persia couldn't
Keep his loved one close
And keeps fighting all odds
To save his treasure.

What's in the extract?
Is even in the forest of failure,
In the river of temptation,
In the desert pain
In the ocean of sharks,
I will fight to bring into life
The last words I uttered to you.