When The Past Comes Rising To The Present Poem by Brian Hinckley

The past churns like a creek bed,
sending old memories floating to the surface.
What was once now is again,
a fresh cut over the old scar.
Past loves and old friends once forgotten,
now shine in your eyes like a Blueray remix.
Old laughs and ancient hurts sting equally,
churning the creek bed even more.

The muddy waters hold no reprieve,
the past overwhelming the present.
Eyes closed and a prayer on your lips,
you beg to forget all over again.
The mud will settle eventually,
though the feelings it stirred never will.
An innocent phrase or a line from a song is all it will take,
sending the waters in motion again.

Dodging the world as if it had the plague,
memories stay buried for now.
Sooner or later the waters will muddy again,
bringing the past to the present yet another time.
Pray the banks don't overflow,
flooding your present with the past.
In the mix you'll pray for death,
though you'll never get it.
In the moment past and present combine,
you can only breathe in its noxious poisons.