The Wailing Walk
A few words Does the flash of your memories lash upon you by any chance? Please, let us all keep our innocent selves forever, it sounds like a reverie though. The poem---'The Wailing Walk' As I look back down the lane, I miss that innocent spark; Days go by; I get more insane; I myself am, still, in the dark. “Help! Help!” I do scream aloud, “Somebody, tell me who I am.” From the cradle to the shroud, I live on and become too sham. This world lies under pretence; Falsehood casts a spell on all; Pelf spreads its fiery incense, With its aim to make us fall. Such a dead life I never need; I just yearn for a little peace; Although this life does make me bleed, I carry on dreaming of bliss. All those golden days are gone; O Innocence, please, come back! O that stellar sky, that sun, I miss you all, since life I lack! I can’t resist; I tread on that lane That fills my eyes up with haze; Still, I walk down that path again To glance at those golden days. You may like to go through all ...