Blank reel

A blank reel..A fresh leaf...That's what people have always yearned for, after a time of turmoil. The past is never painful. No, not even the memories. It is the nameless and undescribable something associated with the past and its memories that seethes inside and threatens to burst open.

I dig n dig deeper

There must be a way out

It's late but sooner or later

I've got to have my shout

What's buried is buried

but no, not forgotten

Not missed, not wanted

but the mess is still rotten

The past has no glory

No pretty pictures, no butterflies

There's not much of a story

just wanderings and pointless lies

We look for a reason

after losing it

If there's no use running

We might as well just sit

Not my time

but I don mind

'Tis a blank reel I want

when I try to rewind.