Tormented Self

It is the remembrance fixed in my soul,
and memory which has faded somewhere in my heart
which at times come as fire and sword.

It is a fear of death drawing self
in each tear without cause
as life is passing out slowly
as an eternal wound , never ceasing.

It is the torment of knowing self
never yours and never mine ,
in the ambiguity of life's nostalgia


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