Poetry

If I was to tell you a story, that made you cry,

How would it be, would you have a big sigh?

Would you think it would be intense?

Or just a panda with incense?

Or may a puppy overcoming the odds,

Or a rival, an enemy, their perspective broken to shards,

A U turn in what you thought was to happen?

A reign you fought for but turns out just cappin...

Or any of these told in a specific format,

Short? Succinct? Or maybe you're mad...

Maybe it's all the words not said in plaid..

For all I know, the rhymes are too fab...

But it doesn't matter, whatever the tale,

If told with fervour, it can rarely fail...

It is the telling of stories not in prose,

Not in song or not for those,

Those around and everywhere we see,

It is so the writer can release and be free...

If it's so then I promise you this,

If nothing else poetry exists...

- the one who misses the rain!