Haunting Memories
Every day I go through life,
With visions of my past.
Always appearing in my mind,
Like a lucid flashback.
Every shame and guilt and grief,
Will play before my eyes.
Reminding me of all I've done,
Through the remainder of my life.
They never care for where I am,
Or what I may be doing.
I'll never be free of my past,
For memories haunt the present.
How I envy all of those,
Unburdened by their past.
What gift was given unto them,
Free from the haunting memories?
Copyright © Evan Griffin | Year Posted 2016
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