Wednesday, September 30, 2015

paroxysm

it creeps and crawls
and pounces

predator on prey

and i am shaken
in its grasp

paralyzed
by paroxysms
of longing
for ages past

before the murky present
when youthful exuberance
bested all fears and foes

and yet
always this

nostalgia lies

there never was
a clear path

just myopia

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