Prisoners of Past: A Poem
When days become duplicates of one another
mind goes to the past for a different content
if last year is too close, it takes us farther
to archives of the years happily spent.
But there is reminiscing of another kind
about resentments we can't shake off
imposing themselves on our mind
with every old insult and scoff.
Before we know it we are in merciless grip
kicking and resisting but it won't go away
now we are stuck with that lousy trip
losing track of each passing day.
Our mind continues to replay that time
even future painted with colors of past
people talk to us but it looks like mime
as we feel trapped in something vast.
Little can help us to escape from that prison
and nothing may come to show us the way
not until we start listening to our reason
to make fresh memories every day.