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Bittersweet Nostalgia

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There's nothing more odd then waiting for time

Dwelling on the past, nothing seems to last, memories are glass and break quite quickly

People don't see this, they can't understand.

Is it alright to think at this height

It's hard to breath when up this high

As time goes on we say goodbye


When looking back is saying hello

I say hello to a friend

One who changes often and I barely remember

Like December he is cold

Yet thinking of him gives me warmth.


Look to the future and find uncertainty

Look behind the present and find the same thing

Everything changes

Nothing is constant

The past is a window just waiting to be broken

Looking back, nothing lasts

The present is words forever being spoken.
Inspiration really does come randomly and even once it appears I usually have a lot of editing afterwards and the motivation to actually submit the poem comes randomly as well, so my apologies for taking so long for a new poem. I quite like this one, I don't think it has a definitive meaning but I like how it's written and it took a pretty good amount of editing and rearranging things to get it exactly the way I wanted it. As always, I hope whoever reads this enjoys it or takes something from it that changes them or affects them somehow.
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Oakfur422's avatar
I like the sort of downtrodden, melancholic tone this poem has.
Although, like you said there's no definitive theme it's still interesting to read. Plus it's just as interesting to think about any moments like that having occured in one's own life. The way it's written is also wonderful. There isn't a lot to it but there's power behind the simplicity of it.

(Sorry this comment isn't longer. OTL)