I sat down to write
But words never came
So I looked it up
How to make poetry out of pain
I was surprised to find
Google knew
Not only of happy tune
and winsome rhyme
But also deepest hurt and aching too
It seems the weight of sorrow
isn't solely mine
After all this time I'm not alone
In this hellish place I must call home
So I write
Though in painful tone
In hopes I'll light
the path of the next broken soul
Press on dear friend
It's dark tonight
Yet the nightmares will end
When Morning dawns once again
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 4:30 PM UTC
I sat down to write
But words never came
So I looked it up
How to make poetry out of pain
I was surprised to find
Google knew
Not only of happy tune
and winsome rhyme
But also deepest hurt and aching too
It seems the weight of sorrow
isn't solely mine
After all this time I'm not alone
In this hellish place I must call home
So I write
Though in painful tone
In hopes I'll light
the path of the next broken soul
Press on dear friend
It's dark tonight
Yet the nightmares will end
When Morning dawns once again