Memories Poem by Tiya Sen

Memories are our worst enemies,
Always bringing us down on our knees,
Holding us back when we try to step forward,
Making us hide from ourselves like a coward,
Pushing us into an unpleasantly dark trench,
Twisting our hearts till our guts can no more wrench,
Yet, like fools we hold on to them close and tight,
Sometimes we even shed a tear in the stillness of the night,
Wears us down from giving life a chance,
Feeding our cynicism just before the next dance,
Poisons our hope for a better tomorrow,
Slaying our faith with obscene amounts of sorrow,
But like every gloating villain it slips her radars,
Victory won't be hers till we have free will to call ours.