Traveler's Requiem [Poetry]

Forget

And soon I will forget this,

As I forget the other things that haunt me,

The chase was fun,

Endearing really,

But I cannot go on in this way,

You know of my reminiscing,

Of my stupidity,

Like the bird with the broken wing,

Trying too hard to fly on laurels,

Because a wish will not heal,

The damage done by time,

And so only you can help me,

The carousel has once more made its round,

To the past mistakes I know I have made,

To what I must forget,

To what must die in my heart and soul,

But it will not be easy,

To forget,

Yet I shall make it work,

Like I always do.