Tarot Poetry - 4 of Cups

The 4 of Cups

I sit alone, Beneath a tree, Feeling lost, And empty.

The cups before me, Remain untouched, As I turn inward, To face the pain.

I am disconnected, From myself and others, Detached from my emotions, And from my brothers.

But in this solitude, I hope to find, The answers to the questions, That plague my mind.

So I take a moment, To sit and be, And listen to the whispers, Of my inner sea.

-myself and AI