Drowning In The Past

Poem By Olivia Elise Braun

Walking though the hallway of my mind
Looking at everything I’ve left behind
All The ghosts that refused to die
And the lingering question of Why?

I try to hide the past inside
Behind a two-faced mask
And despite my efforts to forget
All these memories seem to stick

My Mind wandering to a time of peace
And yet I find no such thing
Only memories of her drunken stupors

The moment her hands reach my clothes
And the smell of her gin and tonic touch my nose
Before I know what going on
Im the floor motionless as before

Caught in the broken memories
Getting lost in my mind
Sifting through all the thoughts
I thought were locked up
So much to forget
And yet no place to put it

Now there in my mind, behind an iron wall
Thinking it would never fall
But just my luck
All the memories flood back
And I'm pushed back into my past

Drowning in an ocean of my life
I still try to look at the bright side
Nothing I can do
Nothing I can say
Will ever make these memories fade away

But I have a lifetime left ahead of me
And I'm not ganna let this hold me back
I have so much time to make new memories that outshine
All the Nightmares of my Past…

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