...diary...

Opening the diary, the key to my soul,
about the day that passed, I try to pen,

How was the day, what did i do?,
I try to think, nothing worth a line.

The people I met, the ones around,
none for a line, no! no one indeed!

People on the road, strolling with their lovers,
a group of friends, having a ball.

Lonely as I was, shadows of sadness,
thinking again, pressing my mind.

time ticked by, pen still in my hand,
nothing to write, past pages I see,

Nothing on them eithr, not even a dot,
Yet its priceless, a witness of my days,

every night, I tried to write,
Thought of all, but wrote nothing,

Blank pages they may be, not a line,
but one thing im sure, they know it all

Closing the diary, I place it safe,
locking the drawers I hide the keys,

No one can read, blank pages they were,
they knew it all, I could see them clear.