HAUNTING MEMORIES IN THE GRAVEYARD OF MY HEART.

Song, mournful and slow

Floated in wind, in its melancholic flow,

Woke up something in my mind,

Memories, those were left far behind.

Time passed like trees from a moving train,

But wounds are still green with intense pain,

Nostalgic ghost rose to took its wings,

But it was just a mirage, an illusion of spring.

In the dreaded graveyard of my heart,

I buried memories & banished from thought,

But they sprang up like vampires to haunt,

Godforsaken nostalgia that daunt and taunt.

Memories scratch, maim and maul,

Gave permanant blot in the fabric of soul,

Like a battering ram to inflict lifelong agony,

Tearing apart and shredding my sanity.

POETIC FLAVOURS