Chains of the past

I sit here awake, afraid to sleep,

for I fear the visions that the darkness may bring.

No, not the visions of hell, dragons, demons, or ghosts

but the ones that confound me the most

The grains of sand that have already gone by

Haunt me to this day, I know not why

Visions of a king and his cunning soon to be queen

put on a show that must be seen

soon followed by a vision of blinding stars

and the words, “just the way you are”

Soon sounds blur and colors blend

And I am standing on 4th and king again

I look out the window as warm rain beats upon the streets

before I walk out into the sun, while sneaking a drink

in the back of my mind I know what is done

but faint are the cries of what if sung

I realize now why i wish to forget

So I can rest peacefully upon my bed

But the sands begin to warp and turn into chains

burning into my flesh, never to be free again

I want to rid myself of this past burden

But I must confront them, like the ash-clad Spartan

Reviews

[Nyu]

I like the message, its very honest, all that's hidden is discovered in this poem and comes out in a good flow. The specific images were very effective and created a deeper vision for the reader.