The Past, A Poem by Olamide.

The past with all its trappings
Came knocking yesterday
Bittersweet nothings poured in
When I opened the door

I gave it an inch
It took a mile

Dragging along with it,
Regret, longing, nostalgia
3 foolish friends
who often go everywhere together
Luring willing victims in with a lie
“The past was much better than the present, perhaps even better than the future (that has not existed yet)”

A pillar of salt stands
Just outside the gates of Sodom and Gomorrah
A testament and a warning
“Do not look back”
“Look back at your own peril”

Yesterday, I shut the door just as quickly as I opened it
The past with all its trappings ran along
Dragging with it the 3 foolish friends
At the booming sound of my, “No, not today, not tomorrow, not ever”.

©Olamide Oti

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Nezeyi says:

    I loveeet! The flow of it and the weaving… Read so easily.

    Indeed, not all knocking and visitors should be entertained.


    1. Olamide says:

      Thank you Nezeyi


  2. wamerx says:

    Nice write-up. More grace.


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