The Memories Of The Past

The Memories,

The experiences I could never explain.

Since childhood.

I felt chosen.

But No! I was deceiving myself.

No! I’m not chosen.

No! It’s all false.

Non of it is true.

I wandered in the shadows.

I wandered in the light.

It was all an illusion.

Non of it was ever true.

It was all deception dressed in light.

The light, the prayers

And the memories.

All part of a past I cannot bring back.

I turned into time,

It was all gone.

I had to gather the pieces left,

Just that I can move on – empty.

Bleeding inside not knowing the wound.

All I thought was true was false.