Deadly disease of a broken heart,
Delaying feelings that might depart.
Looking at love better in long lost past,
Apprehensive of giving all too fast.
Nostalgia, always full of desperate regret,
Devouring years, youth; times you can’t forget.
Remembering days summers never end,
Now, grey clouds gather around like a friend.
Crippled by hopelessness of modern life,
Constantly wounded by misery and strife.
Distracted by those rose tinted spectacles,
Keeping mind, body and soul in shackles.
You can’t repeat the past – you will grow old,
Grab the future let
new stories unfold.
By C.J. McKen
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