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?

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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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