REGRETS OF MY PAST.

Lost in thoughts
On the path of confusion,
Smiling mischievously
At my bitter sweet experience.

Like the morning sun
Rising early at dawn,
I hoped for the past to appear,
But all to no avail.

The stark blank look
Of a frustrated lion,
Amidst two preys
Caught up with me amidst tears.

My once hoped succour
Where cheers and glamour reside,
Suddenly turns quiet!
Like the graveyard.

I thought the past could be replayed,
But mysteriously not!
My past has boomeranged
And caught me in his pangs.

I am Emmanuel
©2017.