To All The Memories I Created

I keep taking a step backward
For past is where I wish to not dwell;
Those memories, nauseating and painful
Turned life into living hell.

Surrounded by nostalgic beings,
I am affected by the world they create;
Bringing the past to the present,
Digging the history I hate.

They put me under surveillance
Watching every move of mine,
Matching with the bygones,
Releasing the darkness I confined.

Looking back, all I see
Is a dark world coloured in red
And there resides an even darker me
Weary and dispirited.

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