DEAR DIARY

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