Having lost who I so adore.
Having lost the golden spoon,
Which I was never fed with.
There is pain in my art.
Having loved many and;
Plausibly, loved by few.
Failing to acquire what I so desire.
There is pain in my art.
Being in position without a position.
Having relatives with the abilities;
And possibly less or no willingness.
There is pain in my art.
There is no pain in my act.
There is pain in my art.