Gone times
Gone times are bad for some - for they become heavy, and they burden the souls. They're frozen in time and space - and can't be undone - like photos in albums. They wake you up at nights, and break the minds - they keep on screaming that you failed. They make you cry and cry; If they are your regret - they make you cry again. They make your heart dull, void - as you think about them over and forever. But their job is just to remind - To start again. Move with nightmares, Live with defeat, But hear their song. You need to change? Need to accept? Or mix of both? Ensure you heal - slow and steady; Believe in self. It's gonnna be tough if not the toughest challenge. Gone times are bad - Sometimes too bad to describe them. But afterall, they aren't so bad - Because they're gone.