The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 29, 2025

The Diary

I was in awe at the things I saw
despite them being old
With tattered edges warped and frayed
the book to me was sold

I hoped to find a story full
of travels, hopes and dreams
instead I had an awful night
with nightmares full of screams

I closed the book and thought real hard
’bout what to do with it
I’d return it to that awful store
and there I’d let it sit

But in the back of my mind I knew
that someone’d find it there
and bring it home just like I did
without even a care

They’d open up that battered book
and hope that they could find
a story of a far off land
not some contorted mind!

And so I kept the book with me
and hid in in a box
I put it in the cellar cold
with sturdy double locks

I went to work and stumbled home
to rest and have a drink
when suddenly I saw the book
aside the kitchen sink!

I grabbed that book and ran away
from inside my abode
and on my bike I pedaled fast
right down the windy road

I threw the book of a high bridge
with waters raging fast
and went back home, my mind at ease
my time to rest at last

But then I needed a small drink
and went to find some juice
and sitting upon my counter there,
that diary, pages loose!

I screamed and ran and hid my eyes
afraid what I would find
was this what really happened here
or did I lose my mind?

©2025 CBialczak

Funny how a little story like this could just go on and on and on…..