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.