Prison Of Memories

A poem of choices

The past always returns to haunt us

Old debts demand to be paid

The very best hand

Of many a man

Stays un known 

And remains unplayed

Some men wish to be

In alliance with Angels

But alas, e’en more opt

To owe a debt of allegiance

To the dark…

And deep within those sad souls

Lie haunted black holes

Absent of light

Not e’en a scintilla nor spark

They yearn to return

To a world once spurned…

But once the die is cast

The past holds fast

And Fate and Karma decrees…

For lack of their wisdom

They be trapped in a prison

A prison of 

…memories…

Author's Note

Yes I know it lumbers and reels and staggers! It's a Frankenstein of a poem.