Flying - Something Remains

I try to mortify the feelings
To destroy the memories
But something remains
It ties me to the past

The past I lived
Made me enjoy itself
I loved and hated

Lived and soared like a proud bird
Which had its sky and freedom.
I ruled like lion
Conquered and subdued
I fondled and caressed

And only carrion-crows and mean hyenas
Asked for my blood and sufferings.
The passion came to me, and insult
Love and fury
It was my past in which
I couldn't understand