Found a journal in the bin
Found a journal in the bin
bejewelled with minute particles of dust
making it look too old,
my fingers dusted the cover
whilst my mind behested me to open,
the letters on the first page
were smudged by the tearstains,
curiosity and fear that I carried
made me carry it home.
I flipped through those fragile pages
only to find it was half written,
and the last page had blood stains
soon the stains disappeared
as my tears dropped slowly
as I read those words
"Alas! This idle life feels heavy,
and the regret of dwelling in comfort
now chokes me. Will it all end
if my life ends?".
My trembling hands painfully
opened the very first page
to witness the now fresh-looking page
with the words stating that
If my idleness kills my dream
the soul of my dream
would kill my soul, help me,
and the last word was my name.
The time that I always killed
has always presented to me
a chance to live.
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