My New Year Journal

 I wrote this one a year back. Thought I'd write a new New Year poem this time around. But couldn't write something as apt as this one for the kind of year it has gone by. Still, wish you a very Happy New Year.

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The last page of my beloved journal

Has always been a clumsy one

Words pouring off the margins with

A summary of what I lost and won

I used to write my achievements

And all those roastings I'd collect

Days when my crush held my hand

And days when she would neglect

But today when I'm trying to write

My pen's dry and the page's clean

Gloom setting in through the whites

That's the kind of year it has been

Scanning through the previous pages

Searching for something to spell

Found no memories to be cherished

The commonest word being "HELL!"

I'm not even being distracted today

The journal is the only one to speak to

It's been a good friend, holding me up

When I thought life's giving me no clue

Reluctantly, I set my pen on the sheets

Very keen on filling up the last page

So as to ultimately flung the memoir far

I leave it to you; call it sorrow or rage

The page is finally full and complete

I traced down all my griefs and fears

My journal of an year to remember

In which I used no ink but salty tears