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Nostalgia: Scratching of the Healing Wounds

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autumn_nostalgia_by_kotenko

I am addicted to scratching the healing wounds;

and revisiting the pain

I scratch them and peel them;

where so dry the crust is

I scratch them and peel them;

where so thick the rust is

I am addicted to the throbbing pain;

and I relish the heady pleasure

I am addicted to sweet nostalgia;

and memories, my humble treasure

 

I am addicted to scrubbing the clouded mirror;

and looking into the past

I see them and smell them;

all the sepias and musk

I see them and smell them;

all the dawns, the final dusk

I am addicted to the fading images;

and I relish the memory of desire

I am addicted to sweet nostalgia;

and memories, my dark mire

 

I find nostalgia,

intoxicating and fascinating

The rain drops caught in a spider’s web;

the glimmer of seduction,

but only death awaiting

The majestic charm of a thunderstorm;

chaos and destruction,

clashing and wildly mating

The sad beauty of the last sunset;

a theatrical production,

saddening but liberating

 

I find nostalgia all that and more

It will be with me till I reach my end

Of that I am pretty sure

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  2. It is said that Clear Conscious is Sign of Bad Memory. Thanks God, I have a very clear conscience 😀

    but I do have my sympathy for the once with a better memory, and resulting pain, nostalgia, suffering.
    I wonder what is worst, a bad memory and thus a man living in only today, or a Remeberence of Things Past and its ultimate result.

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