Rose-Colored Glasses

This is a poem about human nature.

We see our past through

 

rose-colored glasses

 

To avoid reality we scheme

 

to hang on to fragments of

 

a dream

 

A surreal blur of days

 

We hide from an

 

invasion of pain

 

When I look back to those days

 

The purgatory I create

 

I shake my head with dismay

 

I did not remember things

 

this way