Long-Forgotten Days

Being nostalgic. Thinking about the Past.

Long-Forgotten Days

Often as I sit and look up into empty space

Into my memories

I remember those long-forgotten days

And wonder what kept me going

I thought that all I had to do was endure

All the pain and sufferings of Yore

All I had to do was survive

And it would all get better

I hoped it would all go away

It would all just disappear

Clinging onto false hopes

That I knew inside could never be realised

If I were to go back to that place

The place I spent all of my memories

I would fall to my knees

As the memories came flooding back to me.

Back then, only surviving

Living I did little

The day-to-day existence

Kept alive with false hopes

The waves of pain

They flow over my body

Into my heart they sink

Everytime the memories come back

Memories flooding back to me

As I look up into my memories

And remember those long forgotten days

And wonder why I’m still here

Author's Note

Criticism welcome as usual

Reviews

[spence]

Reminds me of the buddhist philosophy of accepting suffering as an invetiable part of living. Reflecting on past tribulations and understanding your own capacity for resilience and inner strength is certainly conducive to finding that acceptance with grace.
I like introspective pieces, very nice, spence

[LittleMissMayhem]

I love it. Made me think of the few better days of my childhood.