Dear Diary
I know it has been a long time since we talked
Sine we last talked the road has gotten harder
I know that you’re gone but you’re not forgotten
You were my friend, my brother, only begotten
I still feel sad, when it rains it pours
Maybe one day this poem will be worth something
Maybe one day my books will be worth something
Maybe one day I will be worth something
Maybe one day I’ll be sought after, featured, popular, recognized,
Be influential with my writing
Look at Malcolm X, Martin Luther King, Winston Churchill,
Look at what I’ve become, look at how I’ve grown
I’m still a boy in my heart, in a world that demands me to be a man
I still go through the pain and the hurt,
It drips in and soaks right to my heart
And it has hurt right from the start
In the name of the higher power
I will continue to live on . . . I will continue grow this way
A tear falls from my eye, every time I hear your name
The pain I feel when I die, the way you are I am to blame
Believe me when I say I will never forgive myself for the man you became
Ill never forget all the hurt I felt when the lord said that your life is done.
When dead I beg the lord why, how could I go on living a lie
The lie that I could go on and be happy without you in my eye
See you everyday, and they way you made me laugh
Now that you’re both gone my heart will burst
This entry in my diary will only be my first.