*_Memories_*
Back are the days my lights could light dim
All I could see were fading shades on my pathways,
The days I could watch the shining moon,
How the stars glut with some show of hope,
Staying out at night off my mask
The memories which made my pillow soaked in a pool of tears,
Cries all the night,
With my mask on,
Joy could find its way In the morning
Those days,
Insults was my daily meal
With no compromises I could be ignored,
Where rejection with pains I had to bear with,
My dark days,
When hope was a myth to me
My heart was black and stained,
This world of brutality and cruelty had consumed me up
The memories of pain that left my heart bleeding...
©amlegrande
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