No Fond Memories

I can't begin to imagine deep within,

If at all I've lived life,

I can't bring myself to admit

That my life had been fulfilling,

From childhood's golden hour,

There aren't fond memories I can remember,

Of crazy things in the past I've done,

Or holding fleeting freedom by its horn,

Always have I been told,

Since through time of Old,

To abide by a code,

Doing things the right way,

Stay out of trouble,!!!

Was all they cared to say.

But I see this life of mine clothed in rubble,

And begin to wonder,

If at all it's been worth it,

What use it has all been?

If I'd done things differently,

If I'd gone out in search of adventure,

Mistakes would I have made,

Wrongs would I have committed,

Still, I'd grow up wiser,

With stories adorning the walls of my heart,

Not this life I now live now,

For s time too long,

I've had sadness,

Stalk me everywhere I go,

Like a shadow in pitch darkness,

Which no one knows,

I've followed the path of gloom,

Since time immemorial it appears

Being happy now would mean my doom.

It's been So long I had a reason,

To drink from the bowels of joy my fill,

Maybe it's a luxury I can't afford still,

As I look into the future uncertain,

I wish it would all come to an end,

But who am I to complain?

Alone have I walked these lonesome years,

With no love or comfort to call a friend.

©Victor Chukwuka

Sept. 2016

Form- Regret

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