Poetry’s not for me!

What’s wrong with me? Poetry is not for me…
In a room that you lie in depression,there hangs a piece of cloth by the windowloamy in the afternoon sun.
Heat, oppressing like saddened heart,sweat tickles down your face,yet I’ll never know,why I mistook them for tears.
Time has wrinkled around your eyes,you writhe your face in pain,yet you [...]