Memories or Greveyards/ Poem

One day I decided to ruminate.
What else can we do?
They are those bits of life,
Lived on just once.
The bitter truths or
Sugar coated lies.
With closed eyes, I
Entered the dark forest barefoot,
And did not take any torch.
Sharp stones scraped my skin,
Sharpened thorns cut into flesh.
Glowing embers here and there,
Some about to die, spitting stench.
Seemed like graveyard where
Undesirable everything and
everyone is buried.
Call them Memories,
Call the place Graveyard,
Implying the same sacred link.

And who knows how I have ended?
Glowing ember or a handful of ash?


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