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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364606" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Chronicles of Nostalgia Part 1 Pick up Something... a memory</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=364606" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Amidst the pain i crawled and reached for<br>The pocket knife, suddenly a memory to abhor<br>Slipped through my hands into my mind<br>I swatted it away along with the flashback I tried to find<br>My flashbang, for i was sweating anticipating the next enemy <br>As soon as my fingers impacted the surface a memory did come<br>A memory of her, but <br>She is gone... I must forget... I feel confused... must<br>I just chased my memories around and<br>Around, but when i got to the end there was a sting<br>Of pain and angst and a pang of my nostalgia<br>With shackles of my shadow I once was, I cannot sing<br>The tune<br>Of life nor rejoice with love in June<br>No, school seems just a s hollow<br>This poem is a personal self pit wallow<br>This is the tune of nostalgia<br>Sometimes it has repercussion, others times<br>After just one rhyme<br>Life and pain drift away<br>This very day<br>Today hear the ballad of those whose<br>Nostalgia is malignant.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=David+Knox">David Knox</a></strong></div>

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