The Memory

Nostalgia…is the memory of pain,


It’s a remembrance in sorrows wept,


of senses savaged and humanity spent,


in my feelings depth,


with my salvaged strength,


I recall the days of old,


among lists of untitled documents,


sorted and filed mentally,


a well to another dimension,


pouring out aged contents,


dampening psychic levees,


life setting them along,


what was already had,


perspective left glaring…


in the limelight,


or is it moonlit?



I am an aspiring teacher who is a self-proclaimed writing guru, comic book enthusiast, movie buff, & science fiction aficionado who's laid back & down to earth.

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