Diary

I know how they feel,

When at the end of the day

They scribble on me,

Cause trouble with words,

Leave drops of ink on me

And sometimes tears of misery

Some think of me as their best companion,

And for some,

I am merely pieces of parchment sewed together

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I don't know. A diary or journal. A precious book. I have been using journals for my writing for 45 years. Thank you Shuchita for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Dhes]

i love the last part! i love it.

[Giulia King]

"I am merely pieces of parchment sewed together" Wow

[iamshadowine]

thank you! :D

[Jackie]

A lovely read and perfect title. went together really well

[iamshadowine]

thanks ^_^

[Michelle Rachel]

I love it! Great job on the metaphors!

[iamshadowine]

thank you! :)

[Rebecca Leigh]

I love the perspective this piece has... Unique voice, very well done

[iamshadowine]

Thank you!!

[Shasha]

Oh my god! This is amazing, a totally different perspective and a thought. Words are amazing especially the line "tears of misery". Keep writing!

[iamshadowine]

Thank you so much ^_^

[Shasha]

You're welcome!

[Tazeen Ahmed]

Profound and intellectual piece.
A diary is a place or a friend who's always ready to accept your emotions.
Thank you for sharing.
What a coincidence! I wrote something similar:)

[iamshadowine]

Thank you ^_^

[andrew mitchell]

a complement of memories written down from that day. nice work

[iamshadowine]

thank you :D

[CAPOLAVORO]

You are great in putting all of this stuffs together Shadowine. If only diaries could talk. :) Keep writing.

[iamshadowine]

THANK YOU :D