A Catastrophe

I came across

An old diary of mine

Which had notes

That I had written

To the last person, I loved

With a dead rose

It also had words

Giving cold shivers

It almost looked

Like a dreadful story

A story which had me

My journey, my endurance

My destruction and ruination

The pages had traces

Of my splintered heart

Episodes of my agonies

And a poisoned soul

Indeed a beautiful

Heart-breaking tragedy

But, we are poets in the end;

Habitual to romanticize

Even tragedies...