Lost Poem by Asanda Ndlovu

In shadows cast by memories past,
A weight remains, though love may last,
The fragments of what's been and gone,
Echoes that refuse to be outgrown.

The mind, a maze of hidden pain,
Conceals the truth, and hides in vain,
The wounds that bled, now scars remain,
But still, the ache, a silent strain.

We search for answers, night and day,
For the source of the disarray,
But like a ghost, it slips away,
Leaving us with questions, come what may.

The past, a puzzle, piece by piece,
Falls into place, but still, we cease,
To understand the depths within,
The hidden truths that shape our skin.

Perhaps the truth lies in the space,
Between the lines, the unspoken pace,
A language known only to the heart,
A map that guides us through the dark.

Or maybe it's the silence that speaks,
The quiet moments when our hearts seek,
A reflection of what's yet unknown,
A whispered truth, a truth yet unshown.