Memories taunt through silent dark dreams,
sweat soaked awakenings and voiceless screams,
the past doth haunt me or so it now seems,
decisions of old, now it’s horror filled themes.
Images screened on eyelids once closed,
twisted into nightmares horribly composed,
questions unanswered frightfully posed,
reasons once justified now all opposed.
Were they right ever, these decisions once made,
have the outcomes met the appropriate grade.
if yes then why is the mind so afraid,
if no, then these memories may not ever fade.
Forgiveness the tool to overcome guilt,
to accept this life, that blood and sweat built.
No longer to pine the women once jilt,
No longer to fear the pool of milk spilt.
History now gone and long ago past,
why-oh-why must this pain inside last.
When this capacity to love is endlessly vast,
why does this heart feel like natures outcast.
Time to let go and allow me to live,
It is time to accept and to me now forgive,
to overcome loss and to life not misgive,
else this guilt now within, will my heart it outlive
