god created others for living
I was destined for poetry,
loneliness and madness.

others have four seasons,
two feet to walk... while the earth rests
on my snowy wings
with all its weight and gravestones.

others die on the day of their death,
but I...
I am doomed to die everyday of my life.

Eila Mahima Jaipaul

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetic-justice-8/