Pages of a diary
Breathe louder than any voice,
Speak the ramblings of a troubled mind,
One that cease to speak.
Lonely are the words,
Frantically scribbled along a path,
Having no direction,
And seeking for an end.
Does it help to cry?
When no one will hear.
And how much is your mind put to rest?
Never weep against the wind.
Never moan in its wake.
All it will pass to you are the echoes of your pleas.
Pages of a diary;
Fragile still yet strong,
Can contain the thoughts of a thousand men
Or sing the song of one.
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