The Past...

Mind wandering through the jungle of thought,
Searching for something, long gone before.
Soul struggling to settle on the couch of the past,
Trying to get in touch with what it left behind.

Yesterday was farther than a million miles away,
Sinking into forever, never to come again.
Every day, it kills what its presence entails,
Blurring remembrance, enhancing stain.

Tomorrow is crawling towards today,
Warning the mind, never to feel relaxed.
For surely what happened to yesterday,
Is around the corner, ready to strike again.

Author's Note

Feeling like sharing this.

What do you think?

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

the fun thing about having a cracked bunny mind is yesterdays can be easily forgotten and quickly turn into just a sense of things and not a terror or even a happy traipse. so the around the corner sensation is somewhat muted that's not to say I don't have a few triggers that can set me awry down those paths of anxiety. Interesting contemplation you wrote here

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you so much for your thoughtful review, Robert.

[alanwgraham]

Very thought provoking Kay and I can see you are endeavouring to find meaning in the enigma of life. Past memories can be deceiving and elusive. We can warp the truth to build a false image but as you say so well history repeats itself and finds us out.
Regards and well done.
Alan

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

You are right, Alan.
Thank you so much for your wonderful review.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

The only thing that exists in this moment is the present, the here, and now. Yesterday is gone and tomorrow is not promised. I think we spend so much time reflecting on yesterday and worrying about tomorrow, that we forget to BE in this moment NOW. It's difficult to let go.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Beautiful review, Linda.
That is exactly how it is.

[Chris Shaw]

Well written stanzas which put the reader on edge wondering what darkness of the past could strike again on the morrow. A poem of intrigue Kay. Nice poetic expression, jungle of thought, the couch of the past.

Chris

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you very much, Chris.
The past sometimes could repeat itself over and over again. But who knows when it'll strike again.

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome Kay. All good wishes to you.

Chris

[Karmee]

Tomorrow is crawling towards today,
Warning the mind, never to feel relaxed.

Love this part, like the feel of this write. so nicely written and expressed

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you so much, Silent K.
I really appreciate your wonderful review.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

There is a foreboding message in this piece as the protagonist expresses fear of tomorrow lest it bring the same unpleasant experience as the one his soul struggles with. Nicely penned in a well balanced free verse.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you very much, John.
I really appreciate this.

[Kesch (Finding Julia)]

Tomorrow is crawling towards today,
Warning the mind, never to feel relaxed.
For surely what happened to yesterday,
Is around the corner, ready to strike again.

REALLY love this part, deep and quite intriguing. I like this though. The darkness is better to be left alone. I consider the darkness pieces of yesterday.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you so much, Kescha.
I really appreciate your review.

[John the Baptist]

An interesting comment on time here. Though nothing is stated specifically, I get the feeling the past referred to is the repository of something dark. It is as though the mind is struggling to come to terms with an event that left a "stain." The final verse is almost an announcement that some sort of trauma occurred, for we are told the speaker can never quite relax, because the thing could happen again. Has the sound of PTSD.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

You've read this poem right, John.
Thank you for your thoughtful review.

[Lorry]

An excellent example of how the constant of time can warp and bend, when we are chasing answers to what is gone, yet when we are in the moments that bring us joy, it sets itself on to fast forward and is over too quickly.
Personally, I find time drags even more so the less you were to blame for it, drawing out the how's and why's to nerve shredding slowness.
It leaves me wondering why we think time is constant. Perhaps they have never loved.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

I fell in love with your interpretation, Lorry.
Thank you so much for your wonderful review.

[Lorry]

You're welcome 😀

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like the last stanza and the reverse of the idea of Today crawling toward Tomorrow...
sometimes we seem to live life backwards...and always look that way...instead of looking forward...we live too much in the past.
nicely done.
j.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you so much, J .
You are really amazing.