Time Warp

sometimes, the past is all you can cling on to,
especially when you have lost everything to it.
everything that you could touch, feel, hear and see.
now, you have nothing, save the memories,
some bric-a-brac to refresh them and
a few deposits of cash, put away in bank lockers,
to aid survival.

you must necessarily go back to that time,
for today is warped in a world that means little to you,
you cannot understand it,
neither can they, the generation of today.
your lessons of frugal means, spartan living and ideals
seem as out of place as you are.
and then, there are your customs,
of rituals and their many gods,
your beliefs of womanhood as it should be and
numerous other household laws.
but no one listens and your wisdom lies
discarded, like wasted food, tied together in
black garbage bags.

no one understands how slowly time moves for you,
because it moves too fast for them.
but live you must, until it’s time.
and to survive,
all you can do is hold on to the past.