The Abyss Of Past Moments Poem by eternal Soul

One Sunday when there was no work
A holiday I got and hours to spend,
My mind and my heart started to lurk
Towards an unknown abyss, we decided to bend.

An abyss of past moments captured and stored
Well spent times and some dark hours,
Those amazing times were being explored
When we knew bliss and its separate powers.

Some friends we had made and gained
With whom we rolled in dirt and dust,
Those times stood out mixed and blend
When we sailed in love and drowned in lust.

Deep down that abyss, deep emotions swell
Such heavy load was there unfastened,
Now the abyss looked like an empty well
The waters of which rose to its end.

There were times of sadness and merriment too
There were baths of bloodshed which we saw,
On the brink of time we had no clue
Whose lives we touched and whose sketches we draw.

At the end of this abyss there lies a mystery
The mystery which my heart now stares,
Time by time we all gaze at our history
Finding hidden meanings though nobody cares.