A Multitude of Woes

As a young man, I was always obsessed By melancholy. I saw deep sadness, The quality That so tormented my heroes, Such as Arthur Rimbaud,   And Montgomery Clift, As glamorous and romantic, But it’s not… It’s not remotely romantic, When you yourself are adrift, And weighed down, By a multitude of woes.
A Multitude of Woes

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