I 'm A Troubled Poet

I 'm a troubled poet who now resides At the edge of the world. O I observe Fragile empires rise and fall. My tired eyes Are in need of rest. My sensitive nerves Are shot. For I see justice crucified On a daily basis. I see plagued streets Devoid of hope, while deceit is lauded. I perceive vast oceans of broken dreams. Like an angel, I feel outside of time. My role is to witness and testify. I search for prophets who praise the divine. I search for purest Love that never dies. I search for those who can communicate In an age that seems to alienate.