A Smile on My Past

I took to the street with the entire crowd,
Weakly bubble-like open and no shroud.
I knew my weak back had many eyes on it,
All the landmarks I crossed gave me guilt.
My try to elude the past would be a victory,
But I head a whisper reminding my history.
I knew my dream asked for benevolence,
Turning back could be a disastrous severance.
I bowed my neck and smiled at the whisper,
Then looked up and walked away in a whisker.
My smile at the whisper is a smile on my past,
It is all over but it’s voice will be there till I last.