Intro (My Poetic Diary)
My Poetic Diary
You remind me of a time,
Always clear, and so divine,
I write my troubles into you,
Hoping to forget the hate towards you.
My Poetic Diary, the time I spend,
At night, in bed, thinking in my head,
How do I do, how do I start,
How do I stop tearing these apart?
My poetry, written on paper,
Sitting down, wishing you’d stay here,
Living life, trying to fulfill,
The heart wrenching tasks,
I spilled onto here.
My Poetic Diary, comes with,
Loss and tragedy, of me and those around,
I sit here writing, watching people beguiling,
Beginning what I wish I could tell.
Sitting here in a pile of papers,
Written down the names,
Who tried to save us?
Tortured them after they decided to maim us.
This book of my works,
This book does cover lots,
My writings of who has hurt us,
Who will suffer for now a purpose.
