A poem that dares to uncover the mysterious feelings that nostalgia can produce in a human’s soul.
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A sudden, vanishing, yet mesmerizing moment
strikes multiple feelings of happiness and enjoyment
though time seems to fly by so quietly
reality appears to hit by quite spitefully.
Wanting to reach that moment again
believing it might cease the pain
whilst realizing in vain,
that you cannot return to it, nor can it return to you,
one still lies awake waiting for it to come through.
The past perplexes many,
actions leave bruises,
shed some tears out,
or leave scars.
Only to stay undercover with time, or yet, excuses?
The happiness, the sadness,
the feeling that impulses the madness,
grasping you from the inside,
never letting go from the rear side.
Perplexed at how life can change in seconds,
capable of leaving you among everlasting flections,
chasing you forever
through every thought, corner, and soul wherever.
One vision today, one vision tomorrow,
more like unrecognizable mixed feelings,
craving for memories to flow
creating, yet combining
tears and smiles with meanings all anew.
That feeling that makes you daydream,
the memory that hits like a beam,
boiling your thoughts like steam,
rising your soul like ghosts floating on streams.
Feeling alone like never before,
torn apart from the core,
wishing you could only just soar,
and grasp that door once more.
Like fog all around,
what had been lost has been suddenly found,
embracing and taking you back,
in a flashback,
to where everything had been exact.
Nostalgia,
that's what it's called.
What can take away what's cold or what’s gold,
the reality’s shaker of a person's life and soul.
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