BITTER HISTORY

Eyes thrown up above
Looking at sweetly dressed land
The mountains that sings of joy
The horizon in a golden dress
All turned the years at once
The past knock on my memory
My eyes felt tears
I lost my happiness at a glance
Poverty in my hands turned
Extremely a shameful sorrow
My consciousness lost,
no more standing
Sailing over the beach of sorrow
The past bitter and beating my presence
Chasing away my happy day
Singing high and loudly for the truth
The truth of my yesterday
Old news more bitter less sweet
History, cold as the doors of hell
Harmful as terror
I fear the bad past
more as the past drive away my today.