At any rate....this is the second poem that I had published. It dates back to the early 1970's. Life was pretty difficult in those days, and the writings of the time reflect that.
Here it is....from somewhere around 40 years ago...
I Am Hurt
I am hurt,
Bleed my heart,
Drain your sorrows.
The sting of bitter hurt
burns
As no flame can.
There is no mending of the
wound,
I know I shall die soon.
All these things I shall
never see again
Was my life loss or gain?
Love hath forsaken me
Burn, lonely heart, burn.
Taste the bitter sweet of my
death
Life has had its turn.