Though have passed by, these moments of the distant past
Linger at times, entwined on the streets of my heart.
Neither do I lament over the loss; nor do I regret.
Yet they creep in, reminding me the impossible retreat!
Maybe some battles can neither be won, nor forever lost.
Emotive and shattered would I used to be haunted by thought.
Am I victorious? Indifferent, least bothered now to resist.
Or are the visits still on; deep within the battle does persist?
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