Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Pure Hearted Poet

Born to be a poet, I thought

With purity of heart I could

Think up wonders yet to be sought,

Then pen such wonders for the good.

Alas, alive I was ignored,

My poems rarely ever read.

The critics said that they were bored,

But changed their tune once I was dead.

Hit by a train was how I died.

My sister said I was depressed,

So I committed suicide.

From some of my poems, she guessed.

The devil bid, but I won't part

With all I've got left, my pure heart.