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DEAR DIARY

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Dear diary,

Days die distracted

Days dance in dew

Dreams dance in hourly heads

I sit like a book

Being flipped by the wind

Knowing not my end

Because I know not my weight

II

Dear diary,

Desperate days die young

Dreading dreams dumped on another

Deepening darkness of dawn

Dressing deepness of dew

And I still live blank

With no knight, no armour

Nor sword as time ticks in my face

III

Dear diary

Dirty days are what I dread most

They keep lingering as

Time dawdles as though in its wedding

And shame screams to put me in doom

I think not of tick tocks then

I think not of me then

Only for another day to visit

IV

Dear diary,

Dare me to dream

Dare the dreams to come true

Dare me to stop drinking daiquiri and acting daft

For draped in these clothes of fear

On this lonesome road

In this life’s storm

Is nothing for you to quietly receive notes from

Don’t you fear I might dagger out my heart

To stain your pages?

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

8 replies on “DEAR DIARY”

I sit like a book being flipped by the wind knowing not my end because I know not my weight. There are so many great lines in this poem you really pack a lot into a very small frame. What else can I tell you but I will reblog this one many blessings Cecilia. I have a show and you and this poem gave me the push I needed

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