Stuck in a blue, cloudless day

Stuck in a blue, cloudless day

Thoughts transfixed on days long ago

the smell of grass and soil and flowers

nostalgia is in the air...

Nostalgia is a cruel partner capable of inflicting pain

and self-loathing...

as the sun dies once more,

ending the warm, hateful embrace of nostalgia

to be replaced only by sadness with the passing away of the day...

I mourn its loss as my own personal loss

of a bit more of myself

to be stolen

away

by

nostalgia...

Comments

jointheconspiracy

This poem stuck a chord with me.  You've described some of the exact feelings I've experienced around this subject.  Thank you for putting those feelings to words.

Doctor Jones

Thank you very much for the kind words.

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