I wrote letters one night.
The pain overtook me.
I was possessed
By sadness
Loneliness
Fear
And an utter lack of hope.
So I wrote them.
I wrote to those
I loved at one time.
Friends I had wished
We’re still a part of my life.
Family members
Who held a close place in my heart
Though, may not have thought of me the same.
To God.
To the Devil
If it exists.
And the words flowed through my pen
As if writing a story of my life.
All that was missing was the ending.