When the past comes to my mind,
It’s the pain in my heart that unwinds,
Reminiscing about events that seem unkind,
And the deep ache of those pains that still binds.

Why has this happened?, the past did unfold,
It’s not easy to weep and just uphold,
Pains in my heart fade, seem impossible and cold, The tears, solitude, anxiety it caused, untold.

When times arise that I feel life’s strife,
Conscience whispers amid people’s rife,
Thoughts of solitude start...