Oh poetry,
Where would I be?
If you had never found me.
Perhaps in hell,
Or a prison cell?
Maybe in the ground?
Always there when I needed you,
For terrors I was going through,
Your love for me is true.
You helped me see the light,
Through the darkest nights,
And beauty in everything alike.
You will still be with me in the very end,
Poetry you are honestly my greatest friend.