The book swallowed the words
Of her dreams of her fears
Of her tears of her trembling hands
Of her suppressed emotions.
The book was her confidant
Her friend when no one wanted
Anything to do with her dark
Dreams fearing they would taint
Their otherwise perfect day.
But taint the words did
But taint the book which they
Were confided to and as the
Book swallowed the fear the anger
The sorrows the tears it too grew
Dark did that dream journal grow.
The bindings turned black
As the pages turned black and the
Leather was inky and the pages
Did shrivel and became like
Autumn leaves that were left for
Dead on the cold dry floor
Where nobody and everyone left them.
And as the journal became darker so
Did the little girl's soul and
As her soul was tainted her brown eyes
Became pools of darkness and her hair
Was raven yet long and seemed never ending
Just like her sorrows were never ending
Now playing like a tape on repeat in her head
Reminding her of why she could never smile again.
Increasing number of lines in each stanza should cause the reader to feel the gradual build up of the girl as she continues entering her dreams into the dream diary, having no one to tell them to. She slowly loses it as she gets so consumed by the book. Imagine her only lazily addind one bad dream into the book and it was a short entry but as she gets sucked into the book into confiding in the book as if it were alive and in turn giving it life, entering her bad dreams into the book became an obsession.
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