The Cruelty of Nostalgia

rawaneigh.99

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.

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  • Bragee

    Very nicely written

  • TobaniNataiella

    A compelling poem of trying to cling onto good memories yet the mind not allowing them to be free of sadness and pain. It is very well composed.

    • rawaneigh.99

      thank you YOU really make me happy by understanding my poems thank you again

      • TobaniNataiella

        You are very welcome

      • Soman Ragavan

        My comments on the poem “The cruelty of nostalgia”
        Our experiences are indeed amazing. An experience can last only one moment; we don’t have time to savour it or understand it completely. It is quickly gone. We are left with memories that will stick with us for a long time.
        “Whispers of joy, yet grants no release....” We might recall moment of joy, but we feel no relief from the thoughts. “But as I reach, the colors fade...” We try to recapture past experiences but it is an impossible task. They are gone for ever. “yet they grasp so tight...” Memories hold us down as prisoners. Soman Ragavan.
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