Memories

Memories, tugging at heartstrings:
Some sweet flavoured,
dipped in honeyed warmth;
others bitter, filled with
hollow grief:
memories of a life time now lost
memories that have culled a cost,
Reliving in microcosmic time
days and years of a long lost prime.

In their shadowI live my present days
Where'er I run, they follow me
they stay;
Memories that grip with bands of steel
My urge for freedom from me steal.