Grown To Bewilderment...

Past is an era foregone,

Of boundless histories and glories,

Steppings forbidden back into those,

stories that lead to backstories.

But for me, past was not a wreck,

It was love, it was happiness, It was was everything I don't have now,

But the content, the satisfaction, slipped away like sand,

I never understood when I never understood how.

Yet, I've carried myself away,

Beyond the barriers betrayal,

No love and cure can treat me now,

To improve my perplexed portrayal.