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Nostalgia is Neuralgia

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Forget nostalgia,

 I’m not in the past,

Thinking back might as well be neuralgia

Change is the only thing that will last

 

Some forget good times were always laced with turmoil

And I recommended that too

But I popped those demons like a boil

Even when they tried to take me down like a 105 degree flu

 

Sing out loud and drown out those dark, dreary, whispers

They’ll take you down like you’re in water tied to lead,

Cut that shit out like a sharp new razor blade on whiskers

Don’t let ghosts of sorrow take up one tiny spark of electricity in your head

 

Don’t fill with sadness to your own demise

“We had some good times, we did”

My Grandma would say through sad eyes,

Like a prayer to change the past, a futile bid

 

I wrote some mediocre poems with good rhymes

So I’ll just write some more

I feel your softness come through like wooden wind chimes

Being with you now is the score

 

Because now is the most important time ever

The way kindness is best thing to express

The septic umbilicus to the past we need to sever

And replace it with compassion and love’s caress