Not Without Choices To Make Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Sometimes my days come,
Without extended shadows.
My mind can cloud...
In search of definition.

Emotions within me,
Aren't always bright with light.
As I become subdued,
To a darker, quiet side.

Some memories I keep,
Are not always the ones teased by pleasantries.
Although I've had lots of fun,
With those I regarded as 'special' ones.

And they are so missed,
When I sit...
To reminisce them.
And their presence alone,
Would lift me quick.

I try to ignore a moodiness,
My mind explores.
And yet I feel the invited guest...
Forced to participate,
In such brooding activities.

Some memories I keep,
Are not always the ones teased by pleasantries.
And the Sun when it comes...
Reminds me I am not without choices to make.
Although, at times, it is difficult to escape...
From the comfort of those times gone.