Ripped

there is always that feeling

of having been ripped

violently

from somewhere comfortable

and thrown into the eye of the storm

there is always that feeling

of getting a raw deal

shamelessly

walking into a trap

that was not even meant for you

there is always that feeling

of missing a great deal

things that were a part of you

now lost, alone and forgotten

but nothing can be done now

every man must move on

throw a shroud on the past

burn it and bury it deep

and pray the ghosts sit still