3 bullets

3 bullets to your heart

How you did your part

To remain relevant

As genius poet

Two jealous women

Adultery is a sin

But guilt ain’t why

You decided to die

It was the worshipping

That you were craving

You knew it would fizzle

Then the usual dismissal

Fans move on

You as poet all done

So you got dramatic

Overboard the trick

Left lover and wife

Ended your own life

Yes you’re remembered

Better poets continued

To stand to live as men

Writing from within

Hearts still beating

Yours decomposing

50 years later

Living life matters

Real poets alive

They don’t take the dive.