DEAR DOPPY DAIRY

Dear doppy diary

Drown my tears

And be draped in its shape

How can you take these words

And still close your mouth

Hoping a saviour will you find?

III

You know you’re confined

But you act so refined

Yet harbour my horrors

Dear doppy diary

I know you might always be high

So all you do is to invisibly sigh

I too need an advice

I feel bad piling your loads

But can’t you speak for yourself?

Dear doppy diary

At least pray for healing days

So happiness can shine in your court

Tags Life, POETRY. AFRICAN POETS, sadness.

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. :)

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10 replies on “DEAR DOPPY DAIRY”

If Diaries could respond to the entries we put in them I wonder what they would say? Would the pages shout, scream or scold? Perhaps diaries are only silent sentinels, witnesses to our daily challenges yet words written on their pages provide a perspective that may bring light.

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