Memory

Goes back only a short while,
forgets,
ignores,
leaves blank,
the things we did,
and are not proud about;

All the experiences,
of misery,
darkness,
abuse,
hate,
fear,
and betrayal,
we have not committed,
if you ask from your memory;

Still something in you,
reminds,
and remembers.
It tries to give you,
hints,
tips,
and kind notes,
but often we leave,
those without a blink,
turn the blind eye,
and hide away;

Opportunities come,
and go,
to settle the accounts,
straight,
leave our mark,
and balance the past;

Persistence of memory,
hidden deep,
and hard,
not easy by far,
is to bring into sunshine,
the old dusty,
deeds,
we rather would,
leave and bury deep;

Our memory is short,
and not for trusted,
feelings and the body,
better guides,
for the light and
the record straight;

Do not waste time,
to settle the accounts;
Your feelings lead,
to the deep mines,
of your secrets,
and sides,
way back,
far away,
you should stay
—awake.