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Stolen Nostalgia

I lock the door,
to keep out the demons.
 
They come in,
when I’m sleeping.
 
My brain——- wide open.
Feelings come pouring,
 
all over——- my floor.
I am drenched,
 
in the tears
of cyclical——- loathing,
 
that I will never,
get over.
 
Synapses——- fixated.
Age of catharsis,
 
carried——- within.
Rifles misfiring,
 
stolen——- nostalgia.
Everything,
 
deceiving.
Lost youth,
 
now tormented.
Old souls,
 
stuck,
with useless,
 
memories.

(2014)

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