Diary of Rite Rhymes

 
Every time I felt a stinging jab
I knew I had to write a line to capture the moment
For every single cut and stab
I grabbed a pen to describe the hurt that went unspoken

And as broken as I was back then here and there
Each piece was like an entry in my diary of rite rhymes
Scripted and encrypted hidden as if forbidden
So that I’d remember the emotional diatribe of the times
 
Then for the occasions I bled so dearly and severely
The ink flowing through my veins was a pain of real reveals
Each line was designed to encompass the weight of all life
A pane of quatrains I’d enframe whenever I got the feels

I died ten thousand deaths with every breath I exhaled
Travelled to the edge of the world seeking love and light
I went to the beginning of time and then to the end of it
Looking for the right words to express my bitter plight

And when I captured the feeling reeling in my heart
Each title was vital to letting me remember the times
Now with obsession they’re my most prized possession
Secrets sealed and concealed in my diary of rite rhymes