The Past

The journey that was incomplete, The world that is no longer serene. The path that was unclear, The destination which was not achieved. Those lost battles, the unheard cries, the lost hues and the fallen skies. The love that pained, The lies that were sweet, The beauty that was unashamedly destroyed, The violence; unrestrained. Those lost petals, the crumbled leaves, the lost spring and the shrouded moon. The betrayal that hurt, The death that parted. The sorrow; unbridled The cold melancholy. These memories, these feelings, the regrets, the agonies; no longer shackled. The cracked heart, the parched soul, the teary smiles, the broken glee, no longer stitchable, unhealed, unmendable. -vagabond