Dear Journal

Published on 23 November 2023 at 13:02

Oh Dusty Journal, stacked on the shelf

why are you banded closed?

I want to pry you open
but my cold hands quiver,

wouldn’t dare come close
does your fingerprinted pattern
scatter with thy letters in ink,
or are unwritten words hidden
except for when I blink?
were there pages worn and torn
or is your cover just for show?
they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder

but without opening, how could one know?
I hear you grumble softly
Oh wait, that’s just my hungry mind
I wonder whose finger will next line your spine

tell me, does anyone ever find the time?


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