Past.

When I look back at the past,

the days that have gone so fast.

I breathe, I remember, I redeem.

I want to be free.

Free, from this memory cage.

The smiles, the tears, the pain.

the loss, the punish, the gain,

the beauty, the innocent, the beast,

the love, the prayers, the feasts.

The nostalgic moments.

The somber moments.

The times are gone and now will never come.

Though I will move on.

I will brace myself,

this part of me will still aberrate in the past.

It will stay behind.

That bit of me which has been ripped.

The piece of me which is lost and nipped.