Time is said to heal everything, but still some string do connect the past to the present which when pulled bring back the memories of the good gold golden days but with a pain!

There are those open wounds, unhealed, uncovered
could they ever be healed
I frown, I fear
I crave for the time when everything was fine
why I let my spirit run wild?
I knew I’ll tumble, I knew I’ll get the scar
still I walked on unnerved on the path
I regret, I regret terribly I know there ‘ll always remain a scar
a reminiscence of the time gone by
giving me the pain I don’t want to ever experience again!!

Tags: Abstact, Poetry

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