The Hauntings of My Memories

The Hauntings of My Memories

A Poem by Phill Oz O'fee
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Correcting past mistakes

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Once again I'm wrenched from sleep

By the hauntings of my memories

Those past regrets left unforgiven

Scythed by a sharpened blade of guilt

 

Retrospection never puts right a wrong

Even so neither has self-pity

So to make redress for my imprudence

I pledge alliance with existing reality

 

There are no accuses for historical events

It’s time to eradicate old ways and views

And take another pathway from henceforth

Abiding myself through accepting home truths

 

In unpretentious humility seeking redemption

I pray it’s not too late to make amends

With every single fibre of my ambiance

Committing to be reborn again

 

Phillozofee@2014

© 2017 Phill Oz O'fee


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Often, it's not easy for us to be comfortable with haunting memories of our past...but once they surpass, we feel different and reborn. We feel a weight lifted from our shoulders as the bad things disappear...great, raw emotional poem. I really enjoyed it.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Is there anyone walks this earth without regrets? If so perhaps they been living in a bubble....

True we can never fix past mistakes but we can chose to live to be the best that we can be...and even then we might still falter...woops!

loved this, I admire your honesty in this writing :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Often, it's not easy for us to be comfortable with haunting memories of our past...but once they surpass, we feel different and reborn. We feel a weight lifted from our shoulders as the bad things disappear...great, raw emotional poem. I really enjoyed it.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"Those past regrets left unforgiven
Scythed by a sharpened blade of guilt"

Some regrets are just that..regrets never to be forgiven or forgotten.

Although this poem is sad, yet you put in hope at the end. And though it's said that "it's never too late" but I think sometimes it is..

A relatable write.


Posted 7 Years Ago


An excellent write... I think every honest soul can relate to this subject.. ..I like last line, there is always time to start anew ..as long as we are on this side of the ground..

Jazzy..

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

everyday is a new beginning, we cannot change the past but we can try to recompense by giving today all the love we have learned needs to be given from past exoeriences

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Just lovely! Again, a bit too smart for me, but what I felt, I understood. I.I.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ran across an old review and had to see if you were still writing on this site. I hope you are. This is a very deep and emotional write. Valentine

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

committing to be born again. I find it disturbing that one of the denizens of the cafe only gets four reviews. But that's just me. This is a solid, well penned write.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow. That's a sharp and raw poem. I think you use brilliant words. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 8 Years Ago


I like it. Straight to the point and with clear imagery as the speaker struggles to come to terms with a difficult reality. Great work!

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on October 16, 2014
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Phill Oz O'fee
Phill Oz O'fee

Winchester, Hampshire, England, United Kingdom



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I am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death. Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..

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