Nothing Remains Then


Heart dies a death, very painful and slow

Shedding every tiny leaf of hope

Until no marks show

Nothing remains then,

Days pass by and then years after years

The memories of the past flowing in tears

You try to forget, you try to move on

Hoping for the darkness to subside

Waiting for the break of a new dawn

You put on masks you paint faces

You pretend, wiping away all the traces

Nothing changes nothing remains

No hopes no dreams

Just the shadows of pain

Until your past seems like a dream life

And your future…a blur of lies….

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Hi, I'm a nature lover, a trekker and an ardent reader from Mumbai, India. Writing comes from the heart and easily to me. And here you can find my poems on everything that matters under the sun!
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