NOSTALGIA FIRE
another day, another poem about longing for the past

tug, relentless, at these bars
whirlpool memories, shooting stars
sparkling light strikes as worlds fly
past the apple of my eye
sweeter, dearer days of old
days the gods had once foretold
times we never celebrated
until we were inundated
stop the mad descent back down
to a smaller, kinder town
back to pieces of the self
unmarred once upon a shelf
books and toys and dreams to come
days and weeks and years to run
youth’s relentless, as we know
time is fierce, even more so
revert back, my history
glorious beams and turning keys
the shade of a willow tree
beautiful discoveries
with age comes a clever mind
paranoia won’t quite find
a way within these elder walls
to make its way when duty calls
and we go running, as we do
into a new day, morning dew
upon our dank and tired faces
we have seen too many places
we have seen too many things
we know now all what life brings
pain and sadness, hurt and sneers
even as the dark road clears
living in a world worth fearing
has our hopes all disappearing
and our love diminished, dark
apathetic faces stark
repulsion, all towards the self
silent smiles and calls for help
wishing to go back in time
save ourselves the long recline
of searching for new meaning here
for some, more life is death, my dear
About the Creator
angela hepworth
I want to erase the tears of all those who trusted in hope; I want them to be left with a smile on their faces.
-Madoka
I’m Angela! I enjoy writing fiction, poetry, reviews, dumb self-indulgent stuff, and much more. Come check me out! :p
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