Not Without Choices to Make

Sometimes my days come,
Without extended shadows.
My mind can cloud...
In search of definition.

Emotions within me,
Aren't always bright with light.
As I become subdued,
To a darker, quiet side.

Some memories I keep,
Are not always the ones teased by pleasantries.
Although I've had lots of fun,
With those I regarded as 'special' ones.

And they are so missed,
When I sit...
To reminisce them.
And their presence alone,
Would lift me quick.

I try to ignore a moodiness,
My mind explores.
And yet I feel the invited guest...
Forced to participate,
In such brooding activities.

Some memories I keep,
Are not always the ones teased by pleasantries.
And the Sun when it comes...
Reminds me I am not without choices to make.
Although, at times, it is difficult to escape...
From the comfort of those times gone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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