A long walk home

Pictures framed in frames
Shadowed in my glassy eyes
Wrinkled faces,I saw
Reflected in a thin glaze

Long forgotten memories
Of childish love,strewn across the room
Unbridled joy of candies
Now only concatenated by rosaries

Sempiternal barrage of hatred
Rolled up on a high moral ground
But it all seemed inherently pointless now
When I lay all beat up and battered

Wrought out of sheer solitude
I remember how we played and fought
And now I try unlearning the inevitable prophecies
Of my own lassitude

With shaky limbs,only bound to fall
As I try standing up on my own
No matter how hard pressed my ignorance
I realize, it was her,who in the first place had helped me walk

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