Too many reasons
Not enough though this time
I feel blind
A servant
Without a master
The harder I try to feel
The more I laugh
Burnt by loss
Salt tasting
Surplus coughs
The keeper of Pluto's gate
Hung his head low
Don't feel like
You need to be sorry
I know it's
Not your nature
Maybe writing is the reason your here. In any case I felt very moved by this poem. It really felt the words they were very discriptive.