The pages of my memory ...

In the pages of the diary
there is a blankness of thoughts
each page describing a faded hope
trying to mend the broken edges

What state is this,
which isolates me from the rest,
my heart wonders,
it goes on a quest.

It searches for answers,
all but in vain,
an aggravation,
in absolute pain..

These pages becomes my company,
when I stumble for one,
Embraces me with its emptiness,
when I have none

Left alone I feel like these pages
missing those smiles, the fun and frolic.
They say those pages are void and meaningless
But no-one knows those blank pages are his special friends.