Quote: “I was here before. I was not supposed to remember. It was so long ago… It hurts… too much… to remember…”

In realms of yore, where shadows lay,
I ventured forth, a timeless day,
But fragments lost, obscured in haze,
I yearn to reclaim those bygone ways.

A whisper faint, a fleeting trace,
I was here before, in cosmic space,
Yet bound by chains of temporal tides,
The memories fade, as pain abides.

I glimpse a past, a distant shore,
A tale untold, forevermore,
But why, oh why, this longing ache,
To unravel truths, my soul would break?

For secrets deep, they dwell within,
The echoes haunt, beneath my skin,
A burden borne, a silent toll,
The weight of memories, the heart’s parole.

I was not meant to recall that time,
Yet fragments linger, a ghostly chime,
Through veils of mist, my spirit quakes,
Tangled in webs of long-lost stakes.

It hurts, too much, this ancient pain,
As recollections claw and strain,
But still, I strive, my quest endures,
To reconcile the past, its hidden cures.

In whispered verses, I seek solace,
To shape the fragments, find the promise,
A poem born of forgotten lore,
An ode to memories I can’t ignore.

So let these words, like tendrils twine,
Weave tales of long-forgotten rhyme,
And as I trace the echoes’ flow,
I learn to heal, to let them go.