Poetry is not
a pain in the ***,
it's our little escape
from facing our past.

It does not condemn,
belittle, nor judge our craft,
for poetry itself,
is a mysterious path.

Poetry
belongs to everyone:
Those who bleed words
and fight inner man.
Those who love sharing tales
and even those who have fell.

But whatever life that you have
right now,
Poetry will care atleast
what happened to the sonnet
you forgot to finish.*

(c) ForgottenDiety