| i mourn the past.
realization strikes me.
i have many regrets.
none?
a blatant lie.
there will always be.
i cannot rest.
these thoughts plague me.
always have, always will.
persistent, nagging, omnipresent.
i crave peace.
years have passed.
when will i be released?
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| two years it has been since i was last here.
five since i joined.
why does this still exist?
it serves solely as a beacon of memory.
the absence of words only strengthens the flood.
friends lost.
friends gained.
do i dare come back?
it was as if it is yesterday.
truly five years?
have i aged?
have i evolved?
i fear not.
same dance, different tune, different partner.
why?
something keeps me here.
grounds me.
who still roams here?
will noone hear my call?
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