I still have dreams of us; <br />I hope they're not in vein. <br />My journey down memory lane <br />makes this pain hard to contain. <br />I yearn for us, to grow again. <br />To mold again, become whole again. <br />A time when we were innocent <br />before we encountered the roads bend; <br />stripped of our purities, by realities treacherous maze. <br />We circle back around, another lifetime; <br />things have changed.., yet ironically feel the same. <br />How could this be if it wasn't destined? <br />A question I continue to ask. <br />I'm a prisoner of my own past. <br />Masked by circumstance; have I crashed my last chance? <br />Opportunity I fear is fading, for the flame no longer burns bright. <br />Dying from the cold winds of karma, smothered by tables turned. <br />I've learned...that choices seal our fate, as mistakes build the walls. <br />Where chained down by the decisions we make, and enslaved by our personal flaws. <br />We're prisoners of our previous lives, but no one dies of lost love. <br />We simply submit in the forms of cries, and dream on how things once were......<br /><br />Laura Anne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prisoner-of-the-past/
