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 the 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.