it leaves nothing but wrecks and memories;
Memories of what had been,
and long moments of deep sighs, thinking about what could have been.
Memories that I locked in my heart
and pushed into the darkest recesses of my mind;
Memories that I stone my heart against,
though I know they can shatter the rock nonetheless.
Memories that return in the dark hour of sleep,
when darkness settles on the world;
Coming out from their dark hideout to haunt me,
flashing mercilessly before me, making me live them again.
Memories tormenting me,
until;
My eyes start open
and a trembling finger wipes the cold perspiration on my brow.
I see the shambles,
I see the ruins stretching forth, reaching the horizon;
And I see the blazing sun emerge,
in the land of the rising sun, the hope of a new day.
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