Memories

I tend to fixate on old problems
They've become old books on shelves filled with dust
I can't seem to clean off
I struggle to strip myself clean
Forgiveness is not yet my friend
So I wallow in my spiderweb filled space
Content to live in the past
Sometimes I get restless
And wish I could take a broom and clean the mess
But then I get scared
Because the spiders have become my friends even though they often still scare me
Maybe one day I'll open the windows
Let the sunlight dance instead of my shadows
Until then I'll be in my reading nook
Living in old memories
Before I too, turn to dust

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

The only real time is now. As to the past and the future, one is dead and the other is unborn.

[Darkmage]

Very well written I can relate to this poem