POEM: HAUNTING MEMORIES

It's really a daunting task,
To express the feeling deep down,
Somewhere within,
My fears take me to task,
And there are perplexed expressions.

The thin smile and faded glory,
Doth not give me rest and respite,
Memories are a continual source,
Of haunting bitterness.

There are some pleasant and flickering ones,
They take me to the vast,
And sprawling daffodils,
Some are my own feelings.

I don't know when are they going,
To find the right opening.
The day may be far,
The day may be near,
A leather hunt may,
Always be there.