A Trailing Past Poem, by Mister V, at My poetic side

5/19/21

When I think about my past there's so much that I fail to acknowledge

because I try to remember all the good parts and not ills that deserve to be demolished

I remember all my childhood thrills when I would prance and I would frolic

without the pains that I believe that to date have turned me to an alcoholic

So shameful are my tears when my good memories will start becoming toxic

that I prefer to ignore them like my conscience when it's tone becomes demonic

and unlike my ambitions that always appear and seem so polished

the past trailing behind is dirty

foul like gruesome spirits that possess a house that's haunted

and destructive like a wildfire that is burning

and though the worst seems to have been long-gone and vanished

it still effects me like consuming a rotten apple alongside a rotten cabbage

it's damages seem and feel so long-term and massive

that I'd rather forget it altogether to prevent my mind from trying to grasp it

I'd rather be distracted like admiring a passing vehicle that's classic

than circle it at it's core like rotations of this planet.

Comments +

rosiedm May 19th, 2021 17:31
That's deep words I espeacially like the way you wrote towards the last verses even though how tortured it sounds rotton apple and
rotten cabbage addition is a bit humorous I hope you can leave it all behind you now here and forget past .. think of now and tomorrow .
- Mister VMay 19th, 2021 19:11
  thank you
Goldfinch60 May 20th, 2021 00:04
Very good emotive write, one day those good memories will become good again and life will be wonderful.

Andy
- Mister VMay 22nd, 2021 05:41
  thank you

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