I started writing poetry to express the tough times I had.Knowing that deep inside I was really mad.About the loss of my childhood friend.Sitting beside him on the curb telling him to, "hang on" knowing this is the end.Of his life, wishing I could've done more.Thinking about his mom was eating at my core.I wrote my first, and titled it "Why You?"To shine light on the hard feelings, and this is true.That I lost him at his own evil fight. Is the reason I say a prayer every single night.I made a promise to pour respect on the Earth he use to walk. And go see him yearly to sit and talk. Deeply about how much I miss him, and will continue to show it.This is the secret of Keith Eagle the poet.