Bunch of old memories
can act like a boomerang.
You throw it, and it ricochets,
hits you hard in the mind,
corrodes your soul,
makes your body ache with despair.
Even the tinniest remnant holds the
potential to make you confront with
a newly-discovered cowardly personality of you.
To intensify the prolonged suffering,
a thick fog of broken promises
hovers with a crooked smile,
making you struggle to make your
way through jam-packed lanes of memories.
You retaliate against the treacherous
demons of memories,
just to realise that in the end,
you are left with nothing but memories,
and there you are again hit by the boomerang.