Remembrance of the past.

It's a cold night of November,

I feel the wind that touches my skin.

The way I feel the wind, 

the way that my fear grows.

Within my chilling body,

I feel something strange.

Inside my imaginative mind,

I hear the growls of the past.

The remembrance of the chaos,

that reminds me a strong fear.

The sound of crying,

that I cannot determine.

I see something dark like a shadow,

comes out from my ego.

fear that arises,

the past who ruined my life.

I can't see no more,

I feel that I'm drown from the sea of darkness.

There she is standing beside the window,

crying for help.

But I can't, 

I freeze from the fear that invade my body.

She left,

but she left with a letter.

"Please set me free"

but I can't

below, 

There's a name. 

I feel her again, 

Then the past sets again from my mind.

I remember now,

Realization occurs to me.

It tells me a lot,

the thing that I can't give away.

It tells me that,

I still dwell on my past.