Was it all for naught?
The loss of my past,
Images buried in oblivion.
Severed memories etched in my history,
Or faded stories written in a hurry.
As such words naileth my truths,
As doth the fault lies within,
Or is such a reason too common for such a man?
Remember the past, I did not,
Even only for once,
Yet therein lies the scintilla of a story,
Both pain and happiness,
Yet filled more of sorrow.
But do I feel nostalgia?
For the pain I once had,
reminded me of being normal,
Than the pain today,
That seems deadlier than fatal.