Dear Diary, today I thought
Of all in life that's went for naught.
All I've striven for and strained,
In thirty years seeming so preordained.
With blackened clouds painting the sky.
I swear I heard passing Death sigh.
Still, victory lies unascertained.
Dear Diary, today it rained.
Dear Diary, today I wept
At promises made to me, unkept.
Idle hopes once held August,
Flailing in tears of disgust.
In sterility, finding fruition,
To the merriment of remission.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Dear Diary, today I buried trust.
Dear Diary, last night I dreamed
And all the stars of heaven gleamed.
But I awoke to dismal overcast,
The gray day draped over my mood fast.
So I walked the world in black and white.
Against twisted Fate's hands of sleight.
Against Time, itself, slow and steadfast,
Dear Diary, Today I faced my past.
Dear Diary, I'd sell my soul
To fill the emptiness of this "whole".
Douse the shenanigan of charade,
With unbridled passion on parade.
To know love is true, if just one night,
I'd forego all I know to be good or right.
To the neglect of love, never made,
Dear Diary, today's the price I've paid.
Through the blistered sight of a kaleidoscope,
Dear Diary, tomorrow I hope...
And so, being young and dipt in folly
I fell in love with melancholy,
But dreams - of those who dream as I,
Aspiringly, are damned, and die: