Thoughts, Memories and Dreams From Long Ago - A Poem Collection.

Regression

Sometimes I feel so much I fear I might burst,

explode into a million colors, into endless waves of sorrow and hurt.

Sometimes I miss things I haven't lived.

I dream of lovers, of places I haven't been in,

of lips I haven't tasted, feelings I haven't shared,

and I yearn for the presence of someone that isn't even there.

It's both a curse and a blessing,

to know where I've been

before I was trapped in this prison of flesh

and the darkness within.

Remembering the past beyond birth,

seeing the truth through a veil,

begging to return, to no avail,

and becoming frustrated, angry and hurt,

after hearing things I shouldn't have heard.

Oh, what a nightmare it is to live in this world.

I'm lonely, I'm sad, I'm forever stuck

with a name I don't own, and a face that's not mine,

and everynight I see glimpses of the other side,

of the life that I lived before a hundred years went by,

and I selfishly wish I could never return

to my dreadful present, in this dreadful curse!