Poem of Nostalgic

Dear my damned past,

this little man's world

slowly begin to swallowed

between me and my little brain

there is not enough space left

to think anything

to do anything

to hug anything

just as i thought

things already changed

when i realize

those horrible days

and nightmares

also the happiest one

were they really the beginning?

cause they seems so far away at this time

not like yesterday

but

let me tell you one thing

before we set off

to some place

that we couldn't even spell the names

or describe it

or you could say

nowhere land

one day

our flowers surely wilt

returning to cycle of life

filled with grieving

suffering

moaning

but just remember

it will never dying out

even it starved of sunlight

cause the seasons revive, one after another.

Credit: Amazarashi - Seasons Die One After Another