The Memories Eternally damning As they are never far away. While reaping our mortal sorrows And attacking our futile goals. They will torment our serenity Incapacitating us from success. Removing any potential for triumph. They drive fear and vindictive shame into our heart Incessant with our putrid failures Forever relieving us of joy and peace Chaining us to a boundless weight Composed of doubt and indecision. They force our eyes to horrid acts and constant reliving of endless falters Ceaselessly tormenting us with our self-degradation. We see them in everything Feel their pull within Begging for our attention. We obey their command Crawling into their core Surrounded with excruciating familiarity. But familiarity none the less We embrace the pain As we know little else. Fearing the outside world Shrinking from opportunity. We brood in our self-contempt. We hold onto these memories. So you may avoid your future. Stay in the past. And escape today. For it is no present.