I want to write poetry

I wrote this at night.

I want to write poetry



But I can't; for poetry is for the wrecked

the ravaged and the ruined

This genial day is one to let sorrows pass

Not one to be writing poetry.



As day turns to night

Begins the vulnerability of human might-

Caving in, as darkness engulfs light



Claustrophobia looms over

Not to closure, but to company;

They say safety comes in numbers

But I beg to differ



What good is company?

One would rather be disengaged from politics

And with that I shall pursue Isolationism



I want to write poetry

But now I finally can; for poetry is for the wrecked

the ravaged and the ruined

Nightfall is one to let sorrows pass

Definitely one to write poetry.