Mourning over Memories

Travelling
Back in time
To the bright days
Our lives were
Empty of demons

Trees of blissfulness
Were blossoming everywhere
And the light of hope
Lightened our destiny

Sadly, it was just a trip
To the memory lane
The happy fields, where
I cannot go back
Nostalgia breeds my fiends

Staring in the glare
Of my mourning
And left with all the blackness
Which rusts my heart
I, the keeper of the past
Will always weep for the old days