Composing the Past

A simple void is that what he has become
The hollowed sphere on a pendulum
Swinging back and forth, emotion to emotion,
Never once stopping, nor slowing the motion.
No reason, no answer, no justification
The creation of a barren imagination.
Just passing through time as time passes him
As everything is faded and light is dim
Sightless and soundless, unseen and unheard
Mindless and boundless, obscure and absurd.
The smile is tainted with sorrow
Loneliness nobody wants to borrow.
Though he is making a new start
But yester memories still dwell in his heart.
All fire around and yet he is freezing
The misery of the past is still teasing.
The thread has broken and the bond is over
For life is a mystery there is nothing forever.