• brightwellhart 11w

    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?
    I did.
    For the pain I once had,
    reminded me of being normal,
    Than the pain today,
    That seems deadlier than fatal.