The wrong lines

Here comes the fire

Here comes the rain

I shall never tire,

escape the pain.

This is a poem from the heart.

Written in despair, anger and fear.

holding and preserving a single tear.

Then why do I hear the same lines?

Why do I hear the very same rhymes?

The rhymes of fear, despair and anger?

That make the heart sink like an anchor?

Free from the devil hand.

Free from the sinking sand.

Free from my other half.

Free to smile and laugh.

This is a poem from the heart.

Written in acceptiness and pleasure.

letting go of a once valuble treasure.

Then why do I never hear these lines?

Why do I never hear these rhymes?

The rhymes of acceptiness and joy

That are like finding a long lost toy.

We write from our broken heart.

We write when we are torn apart.

Yet why do lines of joy and smiles

Never seem to come across my miles.

To light the darkness inside ourselves

One must not release the demons themselves.

When feeling alone, angry and dark.

You must write with love, and a full heart.

Author's Note

This poem is has no metaphors, and goes straight to the point.
This poem speaks and ask why do people write dark and lonely poems when they themselves are dark and lonely. One must summon his/her will power and write a happy joyful poem to cheer himself up. This poem also speaks on why there are so many dark/sad poems yet by comparison very little happy joyful poems.