Inanimate When Abandoned

Diary vs poetry. Conscientious, I turn the pages Of the riots spilled, emotions stalked And confessions redefined. Words of the same caricature Sometimes misplaced, sometimes misinterpreted But all speaking the same.. When Diary is my best friend, Poetry, my lover Passion instills my heart both ways, I can’t live without either. Betrayal, will be the occasion When my desires are personified, So, I retire from humanity, The world of words: Calls me every night, Either in rhymes, or in plain verses I surrender my sins, divine curses, The one who had been my confidante, Had been an incomplete revelation: My most beautiful work, But he never saw it. Concealed in my heart, It will remain forever, Till I find inspiration again.