How excruciatingly painful

The simple act of closure

29 pages of memories,

could-have-beens,

grey promises.



75,003 characters

Of dedication and loyalty meant nothing

and my thoughts bring only

Unshed tears

That chose instead

To mourn the loss of something deep inside

A feeling, a home, the love of a family promised

Long long ago in vain

Now forgotten.



It's better this way,

It's okay.



Eyes may twitch

One may burn, with

Unshead tears

That chose instead

To remember the good

Because it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

It's better this way.

Why do I write poetry
How do I write poetry
When I need to write
Or when I really need to express my emotions
It's impossible
Everything is just stick in my head
But late at night
In my bed
On the verge of unshead tears
Everything
Just everything
Is free
On lined paper
My emotions are free
The thoughts are free
I can show the real me
With no backlash
Poetry just comes naturally
As a way to escape from reality