Elliot F. Poirier
Qui ose, Gagne.
Write when you are sad,
flood these pages with your tears.
Write when you are mad,
incinerate these pages with your fury.
Write when you are happy,
fill these pages with your glee.
Write when you are confused,
align your mind with these lines.
Your head is such a mess,
lest you want it to explode,
lay your thoughts,
on these pages, so they may rest.
Evacuate to leave quietness.
This moment is already gone,
We will never be here again,
Immortalize it with these words,
For all things must end,
But these words will stand forever.
A testament to the beauty of our lives,
resonating throughout time,
Reviving a flicker of the blaze that once was,
Extinguished by the hourglass.
Write to live,
these phrases are your breath.
Write to death,
a writing frenzy shall be your final jive.