Ziwtra
I am a crying
Mountain,
Let me loose my tears.
For I have lost something
Near to my own soul.
I have made my
Choices.
That I cannot escape
I must sit and face
The consequences.
Many a time forgotten,
The outcome remains the same,
I will be stuck haunted,
In my own state of shame.
That which I hold dear,
Will all be left in the past.
Now I remember all of it
Never to come by again.