How clear can you express certain emotions than through poetry?





I have loved a person, who for sure
would earn a second Troy,
and who was ruined by drink and heroine
under my very eyes.

To a sickbed our lovenest shrank
and I would like to cry softly,
because only this lawless
little sonnet is what's left of us two.

About fourteen lines in which you
can give a peek through the keylock,
some salt to rub in the wounds.

What are those insane visions,
that you, damnit, in a poem
"can write things off you"?