Chronicles Of A Fallen Poet

Fallen am I to the infatuation of love ,it is my memories that take me on a journey supplying me with hope. It is I who fall victim ,into slavery of my own mind.I search and search for a love that can hold me at night when all has failed she is beside me to comfort me with her words. I feel sometimes as though I know nothing of love for what is a man with knowledge when his actions beseech him. What is a man when he only has his name to keep him alive but nothing behind it to stand. What is a man who's heart is filled with a love he can only imagine to give. What is a man when he is sad because he chooses to love all but his love which has not deceive him but only given him air to breath in the mourning. A fallen poet is this man ,a fallen man without words to say a story to inspire not a nation but himself.What is this man ....?