Memories...

You live your life nonstop; never resting, never halting, always pushing on.

You forget all your past; all your failures, all the hurts. It happened in a different life, not one related to yours.

Yet somewhere along the road; somewhere on your journey. A image of your past comes flying, striking like a brick.

The pain wells up, your conscience screams; what monster made this past? And how could it be yours?

And then it passes, as do you, always to a different land.

But every smile, every laugh, every piece of joy.

It all reminds you of your past; of the memories that will not die.

That's it; my first try at anything poetry related.

As a note, I have no practice or skill at writing poetry. I wrote this totally by feel.