Day and night passed,
I sit in the dark.
I think of the people crossed,
I think of all that happened,
Lessons that I'd learnt and regret.
People, the main cause
For heartbreaks and love,
For lies and ties,
For sadness and joy.
Life, like a rollercoaster,
With ups and downs numerous.
Memories that never fade,
Wounds that prick every now and then.
Fear, has no bounds,
Creeps in when I'm at my best,
Boosts me at my worst.
Everything is an oxymoron
Life by itself is one such,
Yet, things I've learned and regret
Still remain constant,
Like Pi for a circle.
Perhaps, that's why life is called a cycle (circle) too!
©sonia
S