I am not god...Not even an angel... To watch you walk away from my soul… As my heart will pretend not to care… Seeing you with another love… Where you and I am not told… I am wounded so deeply… In the heart you lived for so long… I feel my heart is crawling... All back to your memories… Making me a prisoner in your memories... How long should I carry on… How long should I stay…? For the healing of the wounds in pain… I can not go to a doctor… Nether go under heart transplantation… Wounds are deep to long. Too strong... I am helpless of healing them… Where can I run, where can I hide… When all the memories of you... Trying to make me and my heart A prisoner for the life time?? Dilupa Wijegunasekara