#FrozenTime


My beloved past sometimes recites a poem,
Same lyrics, same music, in the same scheme of rhyme.
But I never got bored while I all ears,
My present is always filled with great fears.

My future' screamed, my eyes got wet,
Then, the heart uttered, there is nothing Left.
The mind is in turmoil, the smiles are gone
The numbness asked for the rays of the Sun,

Asked for calm and manifested divine,
A celebration with coffee, or a peg of wine.
Beyond the questions what's wrong and right?
Besides the regression, searches for delight.

I'm still stagnant like frozen time,
My beloved past uttered recite a Beautiful poem.