Intentions to Console

How great you were

but I only realised it

when you were dead,

it’s there in the pages

you left behind

that no one read.

Your mind

was such a brilliant tool

but you hid it away

by acting the fool.

Not wanting to share

your thoughts and words

in case they would be

treated as absurd.

Your voice you spared

from overuse.

instead in these pages

your thoughts were produced.

Reading them now

I recognise the real you

instead of the one who pretended

not to have a clue.

The secrets you kept

from every living soul,

the poems you wrote

with intentions to console.

Now in these books

your thoughts can see the light

and maybe they will

give inspiration

to those who wish to write.

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