This post and poem happened because of a prompt casually thrown at me by my co – blogger at Pencliff and a dear friend Alien Poet. And his heading was – A Past is a broken Diary.
His topic was challenging and interesting, and this is the end result of his topic, hope you enjoy it as much I enjoyed writing it. AP so here it goes:
A past is a broken Diary
Words unspoken to others, written in you,
You were always my secret holder, in my view,
When the words of others hurt, I came to thy bosom,
And, you gave me peace untold, you became my phantom.
Like a cloud I wandered around,
Over the cliff, the stream and the valley,
The heart in search of a soothing balm,
To ease the pain I endured in my past life.
Life lived with vulnerable moments,
Guess the beginning itself was bad omens,
Is there anything I have left unsaid,
To the only solace of my life, you remain, I dread.
The past is a broken diary, I felt,
A broken piece of music left in my soul,
Only a few could read my past, as a whole,
Only few had the key to the broken diary of my past, I felt.