The Diary

Written in these pages are the broken hearts that no one ever saw.

I am still finding those shattered pieces in my mind

And when I go back there in time 

I can't believe that life was mine

I found those pieces but I am not able to construct my way on my own

And alone in the dark I lay here cold

I have lost all my hope 

And I guess i am ready for laying beneath a stone

And you know I have lost half of my life

Thinking about death at all times

Locked in these four walls I die slowly

I feel lost in a world full of fear

Fear of losing myself

And today I sit in the corner with the weather getting colder and colder

The shawl hugging me to keep me warmer and warmer

And slowly my life is getting shorter and shorter on its own

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I like the way you reach outside the box to find fresh new ways to describe an ordinary thing such as a diary full of memories. One such startling phrase: "I can't believe that life was mine" . . . this is very much the way I feel when looking back over my life. I also like the way you use a creative way to say the obvious: "i am ready for laying beneath a stone" . . . even with dismal observations, your message is stated with tones of acceptance. Your last line reminds me of the old sentiment: We will still be a year older, whether we reach out for our goals or not this coming year.

[Urja Gokani]

thanks for the kind review :)

[Shannon]

"Slowly my life is getting shorter and shorter on its own". Such true words, yet I have never seen them like this. Interesting that they would be just as at home in a poem about happiness or bliss. Of course the peom is anything but ambiguous. It practically echos with pain!

[Urja Gokani]

thanks a lot

[Vatsal Rohilla (account..]

"And you know I have lost half of my life
Thinking about death at all times"
Very beautiful lines, Cherry. Your poem is full of repetition and you have rhymed at some places and adorned your work further. Keep writing.

[Urja Gokani]

thanks a lot for the kind words :)

[Country boy183798]

"And you know I have lost half of my life
Thinking about death at all times
Locked in these four walls I die slowly
I feel lost in a world full of fear
Fear of losing myself"
Mesmerizing and beautiful! I really like this poem and I absolutely love that bit.
Well done, thank you for sharing, and keep on writing.

[Urja Gokani]

thanks a lot :)

[Rosmine D'Silva]

Beautiful poetry ..well composed :)

[Urja Gokani]

thanks a lot :)