Beneath the amber glow of memory’s light,
Lies a shadow, sharp as the dead of night.
Nostalgia, thief of my fragile peace,
Whispers of joy, yet grants no release.
It paints the past in hues of gold,
With tales of warmth the heart once told.
But as I reach, the colors fade,
Replaced by the ache of a life mislaid.
Its hands are soft, yet they grasp so tight,
Binding me to a ghostly sight—
A world untouched by time’s cruel march,
A mirage beneath a crumbling arch.
It calls me home, though home’s long gone,
A fleeting echo, a phantom song.
Each smile it brings is laced with pain,
A bittersweet kiss that drives me insane.
Oh, how it lies, this cruel embrace,
A gentle mask on a ruthless face.
For in its grip, I am never free,
Trapped in the prison of what used to be.
So here I stand, a soul undone,
Chasing shadows of a fading sun.
Nostalgia, curse with a velvet sheen,
The cruelest torment I’ve ever seen.