In the Archives of My Mind

In the archives of my mind Lie the thoughts that persevere As brambles in the woods Their briars bring a tear. A cry for what has happened What might have been but naught For all the disappointments, Mistakes, and "I forgot." The pain comes rushing forth Like a branding iron upon my skin Burning with the memories Of broken promises again. So often have I heard Of what I cannot do That my small successes Seem rare and very few. There is no tomorrow Only yesterdays and pain Too much to be remembered And too little to be gained.