Original Poetry, Original Writing

A Post-Choly Diary

Everyone I love reminds me of my bravery, but here’s a little secret: 

Hidden deeply within the depths of my bravery

is a fear that consumes me. 

A fear that time is running out,

and so is my luck. 

Original Poetry

Mankind’s Greatest Fear

We keep our hurting
To ourselves
In the attempt
To save others
From hurting too.
But that just leads
To a whole lot of
Destructive hurt,
And no one to cry to
When the tough nights
Become unbearable.
We all need someone
To rely on;
Loneliness is
Mankind’s biggest
Didn’t you realise?