Toxic Memories
How is it, all memories still remain true;
once reality has passed them by?
Recalling the moment, they each imbue;
it seems they too should die.
When landmarks of my yesterday, past;
today; can no longer be found;
how can those memories, continue to last;
once, bulldozed into the ground?
Where memories of brick or stone, existed;
today; become a field full of tall weeds.
And yet, their memories have still persisted;
how do memories supply for our needs?
Memories of past loves; the unkindest of all;
how can such days; be forever gone;
Spring became Summer; then became Fall;
as life; undisturbed; moves on.
Memories are waves from an invisible ocean;
forcing their way on reality’s shore;
thoughts of love; and the passions of devotion;
ebb away; to suddenly be no more.
We recall what failed opportunities cost;
and all the sorrows that come along;
daily reminded of everything we’ve lost ;
retold in story and song.
Memories are like a hallowed out tree;
whose leaves have fallen and died;
of toxic memories; we’ll never be free;
they’re hollow trees; rotting inside.
Monty 7/23/24. # 2,234