Dark Poetry ~ Beyond Pane

Looked through,
windows of outside world.

I used to always gaze,
to the field beyond pane,
seeing beauty.

Those were childish times.

Times when,
I did not know,
what life could do…


Nostalgic remembering.
When those who used to come by here,
called themselves…


Never again the times,
when we would frolic,
looking from place to place.

Never again,
one by one…

Watching them disappear.

Only a helpless spectator,
as erasures took place…

Never again,
the pain.

Every time I bring people in,
they disappear.

Solitude is the only solution.