I Lie Lost

Have been lost for a while
do not know who I am?
I toss in the bed , thinking
of issues most irrelevant,
had had happened
decades ago.

My eyes turn moist
those incidents come
in a pattern I recollect
with anguish, those of whom
who have let me down, I lament
how could they do?

Having past those days,
at the time being very young and raw,
being at present a senior it is childish
to recall the disillusionment.
Should I not forget
throw them out of mind?

The bout of such experiences
knocks me down for a while
no matter however much I
try not to retrospect. The hurt
causes agony. I am a human
with basic likes and dislikes.