Poem #132: Eerie Nostalgia

Note: This poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on July 30th of 2021. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my Patreon page.

The heaviness inside of me, the strain that drains my energy.

Something simultaneously, the soothing firm catastrophe.

I’ll never cry again without you around.

Why should I mourn those that continuously drag me down?

So calming, yet painful. Painful to the eyes and heart yet music to the bleeding ears.

The cacophony of bitter souls whose lives I’ve taken.

The overwhelming desire for fondness, yet I embrace the eerie nostalgia.

My memories of words never spoken, tales never told, songs never sang, winters never cold.

I look inside and see a white darkness, to feel the burning flesh within. It hungers, it roars, it hurts.

The everlasting longing for release pains me. 

But why break free, when life is a prison?

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