unfinshed past

I resemble my past with my present
Still untouched, still unknown.

An island of illusions,
A path of blind visions.

My soul wanders undesirably towards no goal,
It still wanders, but that doesn’t solve.

There’s still no light found,
From past to present.

A tireless voice calls me,
It reminds me I am not free,
It vanishes, but doesn’t finishes

I cry!
I scream!

I walk i dare,
Theres no one to care.

I end up being lost ....

There’s no change from past to present .....

They resemble,
They get assembled.

I slowly walk away….

vowing never to look back...