THE SHADOW OF PAST

egzīld
Nov 26, 2020

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Morbid verses

Whispers of cowardice

And a deafening silence.

Desolate steps

Footless strolls

And a raucous journey.

Silent mind

Tumultuous thoughts

And dead feelings.

Parched tears

Misty eyes

And muffled sobs.

Lifeless soul

Live anguish

And a numb life.

Obscured past

Disguised present

And a prosaic future.

They devour the commemoration of yore

And confine the saccharine nostalgia

To a languid infinite prison of deceit and betrayal……

© Jheelaf Parimu

October 3, 2012

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