Looking Back
Memories, just like razors
Have shed layers of my soul.
I know not where the shattered ones
'd ever find themselves in whole.
Memories, like thorns on a dying rose,
No fragrance hovers, no Colors left
Pinching, pricking, piercing through
Those incessantly fading souls.
Memories, so dark, impenetrable
No questions asked, no reasons left.
What was in the past, was never meant to last.
The future seems yet so far.
Memories lie, deceive, they scare
Those tender hopes, the labouring souls,
This monstrous guilt of the past
Swallows up ever single chance
To garner for a new start.
-Inferno <3
Thank you so much, Chinedu Dike, for the appreciation and the warm welcome. I hope to portray the reality of the demons that most of us fight each day with my poems.
Highly relatable work with realistic description, focussed and factual. Thanks for sharing Archchi and welcome to Poemhunter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you so much, Chinedu Dike, for the appreciation and the warm welcome. I hope to portray the reality of the demons that most of us fight each day with my poems.