Memories, like invisible octopuses, grab me
take me in their grip to toss strands of flashbacks
like a salad of the moments to be chewed
and digested whether I liked them or not.
There is no way I can spit out moments
that I wish were not there in my head
or never had happened at all.
Memories beckon like a witch of a fairy tale
sticky with sweetness once held
and bitterness that ended them.
They wave like a sorcerer’s hand,
and I want to run for life but can’t.
Like quicksand, the memories pull me in,
bent on squeezing out my last breath.
Like ocean waves, vicious they drown me
and take me deep into the ocean bed
and down, down to the core.
Sigh! At times,
the memories, like a caring spring breeze,
nudge and caress me to keep me going,
but the devils of the memory lanes
are strong and shove the breeze away.
