Maeve's Poetry

Her Journal.

 As I stare into the deep dark sky.

I smile and glorify.

The stars look as if crushed up diamonds crunched and scattered out into the sky.

And as I sigh, holding her journal, saying goodbye.

I would grovel at my feet.

Grabbing the tall shovel.

I started digging into the earth's dirt ground, creating a decent hole.

I let a tear run down my face, her poor soul.

I place book of her into the hole gently.

Then place a single Peony beside her journal.

Her spirit becomes eternal.

I feel her presence surround me.

It gives me a warm and hopeful meaning.

It feels like I am dreaming.

I cover up the hole, humming a song to her dear soul.

I know she still loves me, even if she is not here.

Sadly, she will never truly appear.

This poem was intended to be happy, cheerful, etc. Except when I was writing this, I was in some sad months, and even though I originally began writing this to be happy, it turned out to be the complete opposite of my intentions.