When the Past Calls……......

He lied on the lush grass

Contemplating about his life

 When he heard a melancholy song

That drew him in and like a fluid flowed in his mind

The words of the song reminded him of a past

That was now dead and forgotten

Hidden in a forbidden land

That no one sane dared to trespass

The plaintive song struck his heart strings hard

A lump formed in his throat

Making him cough hard

The tune started to sting ripping his ears

He felt as if blood was spurting out from within

Dysphoria wrapped around him like a venomous shroud

While he jerked in hysteric directions

Like a madman he shouted

Lord! Save me! Save me!

As the song came to a halt

He tried to regain his calm

Tears burned at the back of his eyes

Through excruciating pain

He remembered the words of the Psalm

“Even though I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death

I fear no evil, for you, are with me”

As he strengthened his resolve

Shoving away his dreaded past

And continued his lone journey

On an unknown, less travelled path

When the past calls

It makes him stumble and fall

Subtly poisoning his conscience

Inch by inch breaking his resilience

Making him dead and hollow

Through every passing mile