When I’m in pain I write, I write, I write.
It somehow helps me handle hurtful times.
And if it’s ever dark, I’ll craft a light
It’s often helpful, cleverly, to rhyme.

I pen these words in anguish but not fear
For whom among us fears death who hath lived?
And I learn how although it took me years
Do’ng every single thing I can to give.

So if you have a problem write it out.
It’s guaranteed to help you see anew
For when your head is wallowing in doubt
It helps to know exactly what to do

So join me fellow poets and lament!
They say that solitude is heaven-sent.