Nostalgic - Poem by Joyce Zhong
Today, I feel a little bit unwell.
Almost like a long forgotten tale
That stupid me, had forgotten to tell.
I feel like I’ve fallen, that I’ve failed.
A pit of unease in my tummy,
Almost like I’ve lost my only mommy.
I can feel my head turning.
Yet there’s a fire inside that keeps on burning.
I think I remember,
But their faces are just a blur.
I can’t live with this.
It nags and persists.
I think I’m going mad.
I’m feeling sick and sad.
I’m pretty sure I know what it is now.
Something stupid that I’ve allowed.
To burrow deep in my head.
I couldn’t see what was ahead.
Now I know what its like,
To lose a fierce battle, a fight.
Maybe next time I’ll win.
I won’t give it enough time to begin.
I pray, I try, I say amen,
So this nostalgic pain ever won’t hurt me again.
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