Moving On

Enraged and angry, reversal of facts,

Blaming one selves for natural paths,

Violating, executing once strong pacts

Of pure youth smiles and innocent laughs.

All for the transparent monotone of aged teens,

Bearing the cloned black funeral attire,

Painted faces of cold machines,

Drunken mirage of oblivion, tears of fire             `

Personified age yet toddler animosity,

Of denied rights conjured by peers,

Mesmerised of unanswered curiosity,

How to move on when friends would disappear?

Transfixed in the shadows of dangerous black,

Moving on is easy, it’s what you leave behind that can beckon you back……