& when it comes to blown-reality
i ain't know what am goin' throu', for what & why
life became an piece of ash ---
the astray be its flown-night
ev'n the world residing deep in its homed-grave ---
the engraved sombre i lost in
& keep wondering, how to get off such torments of past-life?"
Ps. It's easy to get in but way harder to get outta things you get yourself lost in, however, without experiences, there's no life. Ev'n the life's all 'bout experiences. Perhaps, sometimes, your experiences, especially the dark ones, become the cause to your own reality which further & farther stop you doin' what you have to. Resulting, the fear of guilt, poor heartaches, misery of gone-days, pain off of forbidden-cum-"infatuated"-love, rotten thoughts of adolescent-age stemmed into your matured life & just the memories of passed-days... everything impact you undisguised with "indigenous" aches you keep watering deep in your very heart in guise of tears. Whether you want getting yourself healed up or not, to some extent, past heals you whole up, but additionally, it's one of the major obstacles "left" to your numbed life as well that has you oft. stopped right in the middle of the journey you "start-ed" to accomplish things around, to get undone things done on surround not cos, it's what life is but, most of the times...
"people damn lost in gone-memories so am i
every single time it comes to blown-reality,
i ain't know, what am goin' throu', for what; for whom & just why?
life - a piece of paper thou',
i consider it cold-ashes - "The Astray" - of perpetual lies
un-forgiven faith's being forgotten in... to 'tis very world -
perhaps,
i keep stumbling right ov'r the funeral-cum-wrecked home of passed-life."
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