I turn to poetry when I’m in pain
A virus I, I wouldn’t understand
Though long-black-coffee made me strong
I’m still in missed, this person I long

I only turn to poetry, when I’m in pain
It gave me feeling, it made me sane
You won’t get it, only I can
Flunked on life, again and again

This poetry I turn to; when I’m in pain
Wished I could stop it, hope I could stand
But this pain is where my heart desire
The ‘once’ crushed-broken; is finally on fire