Yes, I Said "Alas"

I remember when I was a poet
and every word that I would write
would have some deeper veiled meaning
every word would carry with it
some intensity that could be felt by its
very existence, even seemed
to change the very world
and instantly sometimes, too.
But alas, my intensity has burned out, even now,
Your attention is wavering
I go on to be a slave to the very things we abhor
There really is no choice.