Memoir;
the blur of memories, an excerpt of reality,
that existence which remains,
in the depth of time related;
Recoil; A dejavu in motion;
we pass on through them,
time and time again,
feeling and seeing,
the outlines of life,
olden and distraught;
Like a shot; in the darkness of life;
stricken with shock, that erupts with time,
a war within the mind,
with battles uneven;
Now no one knows;
what lies in the stench of fate,
is it the aura of bliss,
or the smog of distress,
the war rages on, as the memories siege on;
it’s now or never,
focus or be lost forever;
Requiem from the darkness;
with a chant to cast out,
the blight of the past,
that blur of memories,
that linger in the air,
as intolerable it may be,
the fact remains;
many battles may have been lost,
but the war is far from over;
