Grumbling past

I once heard someone calling my name
and I did wonder from where it came
it took me time to realise
that it was just my inner voice,
begging me to turn around and look for something I should have found,

Curiosity got the best of me
so I turn around
to see where it could be,
step halted, eyes dilated
Because broken pieces were just found,
there lies disaster,
there lies holocaust…

Scouting closer when I analysed
got to know that they were just sherds of mine,
a piece of mine I despise,
a past that I left behind,

Shrugging every memory again
I left for a journey to keep me sane…