Spite brings little solace, for the wrongs done are numerous
Useless repercussions tend to erode the self from the selfless me;
And I grow weary from the soporific thoughts so many,
To erase a past is to erase you, from your own memory!
Troubled are the times when you struggle for your being,
People embezzling your ‘self’ just to speak of change,
And I grow dazed and confused from the nuances so many,
To erase life is to erase you, from your own surroundings!
To stop at the juncture is to die for the past,
Move on for the best is due,
If you get stuck to the questions unanswered,
You fall into the whirlpool, never to return!
6 comments:
Mind blowing Coyote!! Loved every word of it...
its just some sour truths expressed in words!:)
Write something mate!!
if you read the blog tittle you coudl have guessed..." the colours are the memories that no more whelm!" so no blogs now...will write something when i find courage!
Move on for the best is due,
If you get stuck to the questions unanswered,
You fall into the whirlpool, never to return!
Very true.... I likd it...
hehe..."my experiments with truth"!!
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