"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." - George Santayana
Events and situations...
states of being and feeling...
immortal words and phrases...
Anxiety, anguish and anger...
confusion and restlessness...
fear, depression and defiance...
Bewilderment and confrontation...
opposition, mutual hostility and violence...
embarassment and hurt...
silent personal agony...
And time anesthetized
hearts, souls and convictions
dismissing the innocence of childhood
and the restless idealogy of youth
The trauma of the unreality of reality
becoming more vague with years
becoming faded and gray
The distractions of fictitious society
The pain eased by the dope of pretense
But now time has swung the pendulum...
My childhood was neither fiction nor in vain...
and the wild ideals of youth were never tamed,
merely brushed aside and disguised for a time...
I had forgotten the unreality of reality...
It was foolish to believe things had changed
The events and situations of my youth are verified
The states of feeling and being are validated
Disaster is back at the doorstep
But this time I contributed to its invitation
by my complacency
with my compromise
because of my indifference
I shiver in the horror of this deja vu.
My face is red in shame
at this metaphor for concession.
I am guilty of what I had once accused
and I am sentenced to the fame of shame
©2003 poetheart