Fragility Poem by Zoe Wyant

Nostalgia everyday
for the past times,
thrown away

I miss the moments of bliss
laughter, joy, and
true happiness

There were good times and torn,
though through it all,
never forlorn

One year of perfection,
until God came in
and made correction

Everything has its bounds,
but for this one,
I have never found

Whatever the reason or rhyme,
I will always cherish
our 'good times'

Like a flightless bird,
a disappointing scene,
most pointless ever heard

Sadness takes a bite,
out of your once
sublime life

I am fine to say the least
nevertheless,
puzzled by this peice.