Many Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hemmed in by many thoughts and feelings of the past,
each day lasts forever in my mind.

Wanting to erase or get rid of all the memories, I
succeed only in getting trapped by them.

Wishing doesn't change a thing, nor does getting
angry.

If only nothing had ever been left to chance, many
memories could remain sweet and undefiled.

All is thought in vain, because what has gone on in
the past is always to be remembered.

Whenever life swings full around, horrible memories
always seem to slap you in the face.