…. That night
Tears inked pages of my diary…
For my pen could not paint words
As dark as my thoughts….
Those shards of agony
Slipped from eyes….
To pierce through pages..
So that they bleed
Verses of woe..
Poems of pain…
…That night
I was not alone…
As my diary wept with me all night
And gulped down
every drop of misery….
Devoured on
every dismal thought…
So as to wake me up to
A new dawn…
A new rise….
A poetic soul 