Deep in thought,
I wondered what was left to be.
How far was I and how far was left to go.
Somethings are known and some don't,
Somethings are better left unsaid and some told.
What would be this though?
A tale to tell or a lie to hide?
Something to share or something to leave aside?
It could be both for all we know,
But the scars go deeper than the memories told.
Forgetting could be easy but forgiveness harder,
For the climb is always high without a ladder.
It all goes deep within,
where remembering you is a sin,
And all the lights go dim.
It all comes to me,
How much is left to be.
The quantity of it haunts me in my dreams,
The truth comes as blinding lights,
Into everything I see.
-Japneet💓
