Day 4

A Chapter by Dark_Poet

'She was born in the season of Autumn leaves, died amidst the grief, all in the season of Autumn leaves.'

Dated: 14th of March, 2016
The hospital

Dear Diary,
I hoped I'd have a future
As bright as the Sun,
I know I was wrong,
A hospital isn't a place for fun.
I opened my eyes,
Just to see the crying faces,
Which told me I wasn't well,
My disease was one of the rare cases.
I wasn't depressed,
I wasn't sad,
Seeing that my past deeds were so bad,
I was content with what I now had.
I had a pen and a paper,
To write a sweet letter,
To those people whom I love,
Their purity, sometimes, surprises me,
It's as beautiful as the dove.
I gathered my strength and told everyone to leave,
As I sat down writing my letters in relief.
Till the warm soothing breeze,
Blew upon me,
And I found an old brown leaf,
Lying down on my paper as I cried a but and grieved.