This wind so cold, unpardoning, grievous
Beats onto my morning face
Whirling away
These feelings of never loving again
At times calming down
The hot gusts of regrets
Cooling the heats of tarnished promises
Every moment floating in a bubble
Only to burst after a while
Of past mistakes
Feels like ghosts
Those that do not want to rest
Wanting to run from myself
Inner torment
Creates sharp rugged edges
That form rust
Inside my shrivelled up heart
Every achievement made
To keep your memories away
Is a step closer to a real sense of inner joy
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