Memories Poem by Montaha Gasir

Oh, my memories.
Why are you a heavy anchor?
My minds eye you tease.
My thoughts you master.

Every second reminiscing,
About the times that were.
The good moments I'm missing.
The bad ones in a blur.

If only there was a way,
To know you're in the good old days,
Before they slip away,
And leave you in an idle haze.

Maybe then we'd have the chance,
To enjoy the fleeting moment,
Before it leave us in a trance.
Vacant and filled with disappointment.