Dear Ma,

Dear Ma,

I wish this sheet could remain blank,
That I don’t have to fill it with these words,
I wish I never had to write this down,
I wish this was not going to cause you pain and hurt.

I do not want you to be the one to find me,
So please don’t be the one searching,
Send the Police or something,
They deal with people like me constantly.

Tell sister and brother that I love them,
Just do not tell them of my actions,
Please wait until they are older,
Give it a few years until they learn I’m a monster.

Ma my world just quit spinning,
Some time ago you see,
Your world just kept on going,
For years mine has been standing.

Please tell my fellow poets…
Tell them that I love them,
Tell them to never quit,
My spirit lives with their writing hands.

Make sure that you mention,
I’m their angel always watching,
Let them know there in my heart,
Even though physically I left this world.

Tell them to keep their hands racing,
Let their words entice me,
Keep up this art of poetry,
Part of me dies with every quitting poet.

Momma make sure they know I love them,
Please do not forget to tell them,
Without them this would have been sooner,
But their comments and love had kept my hopes up.

Theres one poet I know who will read this,
Mom just post it under my name,
She always leaves a comment,
Put this one poem she doesn’t,

Another poet who cares for me,
Once I do not appear for a while,
She will come, read and know that this is true,
She too I give my heart too.

Do not forget the others,
Whose comments will come later,
Them too I give my love,
Even to those who commented only once.

But there are two recent poets,
Who put me down so hard,
I forgive you I hope you know,
And please don’t feel guilty for my death.

Now mom these poets are special,
They know me better then even yourself,
They have read my pain filled words,
As I too have read their painful wounds.

So many of us have things in common,
The world cannot understand us,
Our pens and pencils are so important,
To spill emotions and our heartache.

This is for the world to see,
Just how mask are deceiving,
For everyone who though my life was great,
Sorry to say I was always filled with pain.

But please for once let my body rest,
Please burry me with my red pen,
Burry me with my poem “Once a Peaceful Pond,”
My life will disappear and hopefully the ripples soon still.

My love to brother and sister,
To mom who has to read this letter,
To the world who never knew me,
And to the Poets I love dearly.

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