Inspiration:
This poem is kind of a dark poem. It was written by me when I was at my lowest. When things were completely shattered. I had lost all my confidence. I lost my anchor of faith. I was no more alive. I believe everyone goes through such circumstances at some time or other. Unfortunately these circumstances came when I was on the path of achieving my dream and surely made me re-think who I really am. Paulo Coelho has written a beautiful line about it , ' Every search begins with beginner's luck. And every search ends with the victor's being severely tested. 'Anyways... This is a bit dark poem, so... don't get distracted by this poem and search darkness in your past but just enjoy it as a creativity of a mind.
Someday the past comes back me,
Like the frosty winter nights.
Its evil winds gushes in,
All the sadness and the dark plight.
Full moon for the evil past rises,
Its evil sight protects no man.
Deafening cries, stinging thoughts,
This is what past is,
Only the world of treacherous knots.
It never brings joys,
Never empathy for the human being.
Tension, hatred, madness are its only gifts,
It pierces everything with its evil sight,
The tears prick like thorns rolling down cheeks.
Tries to break every wing you grow.
This is what past is,
Only evil and his dark knights.
It molds the person into unknown,
The darker side, it rises higher.
Dark side kills all fire.
Coldness kills all desire,
Its presence makes life satire.
Thorns keep on pricking,
Till the last breath is lost in regret.
This is what past is,
Regrets, pain, fear soaring in evil dark skies.
This is what past is,
Rattles of pain, crates of poison, fear, guilt and eclipsed lies.
-Will.G
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