My Heart Presses Against Any Tragedy Poem by Azure Critic

My dear,
I am imprisoned in loneliness,
and trying to figure out
how they confined me to it.
They even injected loneliness
into my blood vessels
so that I can never escape from it.
Pulling myself into pieces
to get rid of loneliness
would mean my death.

But they don't know that
I can be more creative
than they thought
to break free.

Loneliness and death, again, appear.
U see, they're in my vocabulary.
But I am writing to U
My heart presses against any tragedy.

Writing for U
I can't get confused.
My heart presses against any tragedy.

I can be more creative
than they thought
to break free.