Captive of Memory
I'm still a captive of memory.
It's like I am re-reading an ancient diary.
That decade-old loss still haunts me,
in my dream every night I see
that I am losing thee.
But you have already gone
to the unknown.
And I'm still here, can't flee.
Your absence still hurt me.
Your love is still as fresh as a new day,
still as firm as the Sun.
I am nourishing it still,
I will die with it may!
I can't convey, I can't say.
The only thing I can do is,
I can write with my whole heart,
that's my way
to continue this life of dismay.
No new wound can ever hurt me,
as your absence gnaw me.
I don't know when this nightmare will stop chasing me!
When I will stop seeing that,
I am getting back you every night in my dream and losing thee!
I'm still a captive of my old favorite memory.
Which I am re-reading,
into which I'm re-living,
like a drunk, still addicted to thee.
Don't know when I can move on
when I will be succeeded to flee!
Still a captive of your memory.
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