Of Pain and Time

So fine is the wind, that blows from the west
From the life that I used to hold in behest
But poisoned I feel those breeze I inhaled
For the past is now no longer my comfort...

So pretty to think, of those grey-gone days
But cold then my heart, of the sad, shut truths
For the life of gold that I used to know
They now be deadweights tugging my brows...

So long ago it seems these sweet, sweet scents
They coloured my mornings and cradled my twilights
Of made-up nostalgia in the house of all pain
And how I still wonder--what really happened back there?

But alas I know, these too would be forgotten
As the wheels of time rotates the hypocrisy
For the souls in torment they never be truths
Preferring instead these dark discipled auras...

But for what shall I spare the minds of my readers?
They'll never betray the secrets of their hearts!
And none shall decide to derail their own sin
Just so the healing can begin for once?

And yes, now alas, I've concluded this nonsense
For the shadows are strong, too strong for my dirge
And the gates of all pardons, they've lost all their purpose
As I swung back inside, these circles of the dead...

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
20th March 2010