Poetry

Tethered to the past

Posted by shllyn on

My mind wonders about the future

While often wandering backwards

Into old neural pathways

That store my foremost recollections

Daydreaming of tomorrow

On strolls down memory lane

Is like an alcoholic

Conceptualizing sobriety

While sitting on a dirty bar stool

It is hard to move forward

While tethered to the past

SWD 02/2018

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Sadah says:
    03.02.2018 at 13:19

    Beautifully written.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Lettersyoullneversee says:
    22.03.2019 at 16:39

    very good

    Like

  3. Dave Kingsbury says:
    22.03.2019 at 18:17

    Thoughtful imagery and the idea reminded of something William Faulkner said, to the effect, the past is never dead – it’s not even past. Will follow. Thanks for following mine.

    Liked by 1 person

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