I'm not a poet.

the man
the man deceived.

in all he’s perceived
in all that he’s achieved.

swallowed, consumed
sorrow resumed.

the man’s failed
the man has been derailed

from life
from love
from strife; all the above.

but there’s no doubt
but there can be nothing without

the man
the man deceived.

because
for all he’s “achieved”
that he is still me.