Chained

Reminiscing myself of the lights I once saw.

Hope and Sunshine turned to despair now.

Tranquil breathing, I do not experience it anymore.

Introspecting myself like I am decoding a metaphor.

Bruised soul and a wounded heart, but no I did not go to a war.

Waves of memories, drench me with affliction and I treasure it like a souvenir.

Someday these scars will dissipate and this ordeal will detach its claw.

But till then, I will reminisce myself of the lights I once saw.