The mind's a stage, where memories take flight,
A wild display of outbursts, flames so high,
No solace comes, in darkness or in light,
Just echoes of a feeling left to die.

The heart still aches, a wound that will not mend,
No balm can soothe this bitter, haunting pain,
A story told, that knows no happy end,
A love once bright, now shadowed by the rain.

I search for peace, a moment to be free,
From visions etched within my weary soul,
But find myself trapped in this misery,
A captive lost beyond all self control.

Only the past, a cruel and constant guest,
While hope and healing struggle to invest.

Tomaž Jevšenak