The Night Can Change But Not The Past
Why do I sense my past?
My bolting journey is still too vast.
Couldn’t emancipate I’m about to blast;
Yet I’m whacked to be a bronze cast!
Why are you trailing me all over the map?
Hauling me to the sombre vale of tears.
Pardon me to confront a tickled pink nap,
At worst I can elude from my nightmares.
Though Time modifies the whole caboodle,
The stain is there to prod in oodle.
My Dear, grin as though you have no wounded cell-
The only utterance I could tell myself to turn well.
– Esther Joy.S
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With each line it have a delicately weaving emotions which evokes the sense of self discovery I think
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