Dear Diary …. by Kellianne Sweeney

Light On Dark

Dear Diary,

Behind the crafted mask you wear

I know what’s really hiding there.

Within the silken threaded lair

Lies a not so clever snare.

I step inside from light to gray

Knowing I will likely pay.

Fragile flowers I will lay

On the dark and dense decay.

The flowers rest upon the stain

Wilting as they soak the pain.

Their dimmed brightness is not in vain

Dark is lighter where they are lain.