How
How do close the doors to your past without fearing one will someday find that key?
How do you keep the grueling shadows of a life long gone locked away in quiet memory?
How do you look at the years gone by without feeling the gladness of sorrow?
In shattered splinters all realities of this universe somehow come back to the place of their birth.
Resting in the torment of thoughts revisited and unkind hands to the mercy at which I lay.
I tunnel through the darkness searching diligently for the sign of even faintest light to chase away
the evil that is armed so heavily.
One day in the waves of the river I will wash away the past and let it entrap me no more.
Where is the river and how do I forget all I never knew about the life I so readily gave into?
Is it in my mind or is it tangible?
Is it fate or is it fact?
With a tear stained face I seek to know the truth and wait expectantly.
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