Trapped

It’s the same place, the very same.

 

Towering over like a robust fortress.

 

Here it all took place, not too long ago.

 

This is the place that witnessed

 

The incandescent heartwarming memories being made

                                

That etches every wall, crawl under each nook and hide in all crannies.

 

That seeps through my heart still like a flamboyant flashback of the wondrous times of ago.

 

I had a choice: I could’ve left, could’ve turned my back and abandoned this place;

 

But how could I forgo?

 

‘Cross all these years this has been my safe haven.

 

I was embraced like an infantile, shielded from the bustling world.

 

I found a reason to rejoice, to be strong during times of distress.

 

I discovered a milieu that resonated happiness.

 

Oh, I couldn’t forgo! My return was undeniable.

 

It’s indeed the same place, the very same~ but nothing at all is the identical.

 

They’re gone now, all of them.

 

Only I remain to claim this fortress, which truly was never mine to claim.

 

The echoing reminiscences, the flashbacks of the blissful past,

 

Ghosts of their last smiles etched in my memory…

 

Oh those times of joyance, when we were in each other's company

 

Ah, those seem to be a part of a long lost reverie.

 

Yet it visits me every night still, makes me feel all the more forlorn.

 

But the recollections constantly ebb away  as I struggle to hold on.

 

 I am trapped in this desolate heath that this place has become.

 

Trapped by the reminiscences that haunt, that irk.

 

In this inveterate Present is where I stand,

 

But the unfathomable Past has me trapped.