Nostalgia

My chest feels

Like someone is

Standing

On it

Pressure bearing down,

And with

Red angry eyes.

 

My chest feels

Like this because

My brain

Is reeling with

Negative nostalgia

Thinking back to

College years

Not with rose colored glasses

But with glasses

Broken and bent,

Dirty and dark.

 

I feel like I can

See clearly

Though the lenses

Are smudged,

Like I’m seeing

Those

Years

Accurately for the first time,

Like I had one eye closed

And only just now

Opened

The other one.

 

Those are not

My friends.

 

Those

Were

Acquaintances,

 

And among them

A few

Friendships

I’ve allowed to sink,

But wish to

Reclaim

From the infernal, swirling sea.

 

Then maybe

This demon

Would step right

Off

Of me.

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