Past (Far: Part 1)

(Finished January 30, 2022)

Far the stars must be

Bright they are, but it is only their death I see

And so, in my mind, as I picture the past dully

I picture it only as the death of who I once used to be

And yet, it creeps in

On the fingertips of my every sin

How do you forget what cut deep in your skin

Has a hold on your every whim

Distant I am from every place

I’ve ever dwelled in, escaping time’s oldest face

But with every door closed, my mind left ajar

And so I can cross the oceans, but the past never be far

Distanced from who I am; I’ve always tried to be

Oh, but no matter where I stand, the past comes running after me

Years and years have gone, I thought there was no means to relapse

But with their weight piling on, to the ground I finally collapse

And yet, it stands still

Looking at me as I’ve lost will

To move on, its time has nothing to heal

If lesson not learned, from life, the past can only steal

Distant I am from every loss

I’ve ever suffered, escaping all of my thoughts

But with every silence, my mind finds a way

To have these memories pantomime in a play

Distanced from who I am; lost I can be in reverie

My mind dwelling on what is to come, but from the shackles of time unfree

And as my head has shed with my own hands, giving time more than my age

Life keeps on reviving all that has passed, just like the sky is the stars’ stage




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Norhan Mahmoud Eassa

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Just trying to grasp the universe and beyond.

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