S.A. Blair

(15th October 1975 / Belfast)

Dear Diary


Dear diary please confide these words
Keep them locked and bound with chords
Of strongest steel e'er known to man
So prying eyes never can.

Dear diary I entrust to you
These secrets, of which I would rue
The day another learnt of them
And I sweat recording them in pen.

Dear diary I’m glad you cannot talk
For at my back you’d surely mock
The things I’ve done and felt inside
The times that I’ve been black or snide.

Dear diary I can only grieve
That I wear my heart not on my sleeve
But on your pages there in ink
And often when I’ve had a drink.

Dear diary I feel you’re not a friend
Who’ll keep my secrets till the end
But a risk to cause unwanted ire
So I consign you to the fire.

Submitted: Sunday, March 15, 2009
Edited: Sunday, March 15, 2009
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