A strange place—out of sight,
Fenced by troubled waters,
Yet you show no despise,
You, a long time mourner.
Then you enter, no doubt,
You knew what lives inside,
You hear the voices shout,
The fear, you pushed aside.
Vivid figures circled,
Like stray vultures above,
Your past suddenly kindled,
Memories of your belove.
The bad, the good, then what?
The pain, that's it, but why?
Still there, a permanent blot,
It's time, don't you dare cry.
Her shape shimmered to fade,
But you call out her name,
"I'm sorry," You conveyed,
But your aim, you didn't gain.
It's too late now for you,
You ran, and ran, and ran,
But it's a maze, it's true,
Look, you're not the same man.
One thing, you didn't know,
The place—your great concern,
The place—you ought to go,
Is a point of no return.
©PeculiarPat34
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