Pain Of The Past Poem by George Grogan

Glimpses from my past
tinted in dark red pain
slither into my mind
like an acrid smoke creeping under the door
black and thick
it falls from the air
my anger swells up from deep inside me.
Countless cries that had no voice now rush to be heard.
My soul agonizes as long forgotten pain erodes the carefully built dike
and threatens to overflow into my sanity.
I am afraid not the flood
but of the filth that will pour out and over
with a stench and stain.
Anger,
rage,
hurt,
pain,
sorrow,
and an overwhelming sense
of having been
cheated
fill my heart with pain
and my eyes with tears.