The Poetic Voyage - Poetry Of Life's Journey

Papa, I've never cried, so hard in my life, I've never cried, this long in my life, I've never thought, of ending a cry, I've never known, sorrow has no time line. Papa, I tell myself, be strong, Cause I have to accept, that you are gone, No body can help me, life has to go on, I can tell it to myself, but papa, it's hard. Papa, I neglected, my blog for a while, I missed her, and Mr. Darcy's smile, But I couldn't write, a single line, This unexplainable sorrow, I felt for the very first time. Papa, I seem to be alright, That's what I should show, to the world outside, But Papa, this burning larva inside, Burns my eyes, and sends down tears, every night. Papa, there's a lot, that I need to write, But the keys are damp, they too might cry, Maybe not for the words, I write, But I don't want my tears, to soak their eyes. Papa, this picture, was clicked that day, Uncle clicked it, cause I'll...

Yes, the pages, of my diary, Has been empty, lately, Not because, my mind is empty, But because, it's too noisy, I don't hear, a single word, clearly. Yes, the pages, of my diary, Are soaked, with salty water, frequently, Not because, I've forgotten, my vocabulary, But because, of my tear drop's vanity, I don't find, a single word, to beat it's quality. Yes, the pages, of my diary, Got maroon stains, they were red previously, Not because, I painted them, happily, But because, my heart cried out, this tragedy, I don't find, a single color, that explains so brilliantly. Yes, the pages, of my diary, Has gone wordless, there's no clarity, Not because, my mind has, gone crazy, But because, she wonder, cluelessly, I don't find, a single thing, better than an ink free diary.... -Debra R. N. Ludwick-