Saturday, September 22, 2012

The opposite of Nostalgia

A decade or near, lost in a haze
A rush of sweetness and silliness
It was a mini-era, a defining phase
Of judgement errors and confusion

Now your walls are fortified with bones
Yet their ghosts walk the corridors
Mocking you in their silly-erring tones
Giggling madly, these pathetic shadows

So break bread with them, forgive their silly hearts
And they will climb into bed, forever go to rest
Leaving you as more than a sum of many parts
As strong as good, and best of all - You, just you