thoughts of yesteryear.






in a haze of pure memories, beseeching them from fleeing,


dozens of thoughts rage within,


as i lay helplessly lost,

alone in my being.





searching for solace, to stem the onslaught of bygone loss,


to still the assault, of elusive nostalgia,


grinding me to a jarring halt.





and when the helplessness within,


fades slowly away,


vanishing into folds of the distant thicket,


i grapple simply to breathe today,


left, hugging truths of long ago,


lost in the past, so painfully far away.





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