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

[D Connolly]

I love the first stanza. I can relate to that

[Urja Gokani]

thanks a lot :)

[Aidan Oberholtzer]

I like this a lot. I can definitely relate to this. well done

[Urja Gokani]

thanks a lot :)

[Sarah]

I really enjoyed this poem. Especially the line about losing half of your life just thinking about death. I often ponder big topics like these and it really does make you realize how much time you spend thinking about things out of your control. You can't change the ticking clock as it seems to move faster and faster each day. Great poem!

[Urja Gokani]

thanks a lot

[Sami Khalil]

" lost half of my life
Thinking about death at all times
Locked in these four walls I die slowly"

Such a powerful write we can all relate to it somehow and somewhere in our journey. Keep up the excellent work...:).................

[Urja Gokani]

thanks a lot :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. ....^)))))

[An owl on the moon]

So beautifully painful and introspective. A diary written in love and loss. Every glimpse seems to fill me as I read it here.

[Urja Gokani]

thanks a lot for your kind words :)

[Usman Muhammad]

A heartrending poem.
The flow of you poem was good.
I really liked the theme of our poem.
Past is a haunting element in our lives. When we can't achieve our desires and when these lost desires become a part of our past then regret haunts us; which sometimes is unbearable.
Well done and please keep writing.

[Urja Gokani]

thanks a lot :)

[wordman]

sad write,i guess we all wonder a bit
first line you have heats instead of heart

[Urja Gokani]

thanks a lot for correcting my mistake

[wordman]

i do it all the time

[iamshadowine]

i'm not sure but in the last stanza did you want it to be "weather" instead of "whether"? this poem is just so relatable, i personally write a daily diary and when i re- read it i literally don"t believe that i had a life like that. "Written in these pages are the broken heats 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"
the first stanza is very very relatable ! loved it! keep writing :DD

[Urja Gokani]

thanks a lot for your kind words :)

[AYVID N]

Life is like that. On a high, the world is at our feet. At a low, we wonder how we ever flew so high. This too shall pass....And life will be ours again. Amazingly written, cherryblossom 🌹

[Urja Gokani]

thanks a lot :)

[Ruth]

It is often the case that when we look back we can't believe how things were...gives the reader a reminder that change is consistent...nicely done :)

[Urja Gokani]

thanks a lot :)