The last page of my diary is left. On all the others, the bright days are written, the nights that were once filled with rain, memories etched in time. But now, only this final page remains, and I long to write about her—my soul mate, so innocent, so childlike, who passed away too soon. I wish to fill this space with prayers and wishes for her, to honor the love we shared, the loss that still aches in my chest. But, ah! Only the last page is left.
The last page of my diary is left, and I want to write about my feelings, the love that was lost, the misgivings that torment me. What it all meant—my pain, my anguish, my fate. I want to tell a love story that has never been written before, a story that only I know. But, ah! Only the last page is left.
An ode to my teacher—I want to write it here, my words heavy with gratitude. All the support, the guidance, the encouragement that shaped me. I remember the pages marked red, the chalks he used to tap on my head. I want to thank him in a way that has never been done before, to express what words can never fully capture. But, ah! Only the last page is left.
And I want to thank my mom and dad, the ones who gave me life, who stayed awake through countless nights. I’m sorry for every time I raised my voice, for the hurt I caused, for the decisions that made you suffer. I wish to say all that I’ve never said before, to speak from a daughter’s heart in a way that is long overdue. But, ah! Only the last page is left.
I see the misty windows, the image of a child playing, and I am transported to the days of my own childhood, innocent and free. The world around you, so bright and full of promise, so pure. I want to capture this radiant moment, to write a poem that reflects the joy of a carefree swing through the air. But, ah! Only the last page is left.
I walk past the graveyard, the eerie silence heavy in the air. I stand there, in a quiet prayer, caught between heaven and hell. I am prey to my own sinful thoughts, my own regrets. And I wish to write my remorse, to ask my Lord for forgiveness, to pour out the words that have been buried inside. But, ah! Only the last page is left.