The Weight of Memories
They wear you down,
the fond remembrances of golden moments
and of friendships gone
down in the limbo lane of graveyards,
of the moments and the opportunities
that you so miserably failed to take good care of
and to use, instead of letting them slip by and down
to nevermore return again, but still remaining
as the painful scars of dreams that shattered
but stayed on as ghosts of haunting and unpleasant
cruelly importuning constant weird reminders
of a life that went to waste unnecessarily;
and there is nothing you can do to dress those wounds.
You have to live with them in constant gnawing torture,
sabotaging everything you do at present
making concentration more or less impossible,
since they will haunt you even more perpetually
with even greater force the more you have to focus.
Still the soothing comfort and advantage
of these constantly disturbing ghosts
is that among them there is softness and bright stars
of pleasure and enjoyment, love and bliss,
which still might ease your life by reappearing
in delightful dreams of sweetness and good sleep,
and that’s the ultimate salvation, hope and light of it
that this might be perpetual once you may lay down forever.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2022-07-24 at 16:26
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