Poor Richard's Journal

Fill me with your words and dreams

Tell me the secrets you want to scream

Write in me about what you'd like to  know

Draw me those places you'd want to go

Let's traverse your mind, you and I

Pen those scary thoughts; as I bleed and you cry

Turn the page and forget them still

Those memories you've buried under the mill

Of your head where such thoughts are ground

Into mere ink on paper browned

Come later and see the story unfold

A great story indeed, this story untold