Nostalgic Prison
Hidden in plain sight
Forbidden places of memory
Knowing they are there
Knowing where they are
Makes no difference
Ignorance & misinformation
Are not the chains that bind
But rather is pain instead
Happy memories
Of loved ones since passed
Moments of fun & laughter remembered
Relived
These are what true chains are made from
Not steel or cold iron
But bittersweet nostalgia
Forbidden places of memory
Knowing they are there
Knowing where they are
Makes no difference
Ignorance & misinformation
Are not the chains that bind
But rather is pain instead
Happy memories
Of loved ones since passed
Moments of fun & laughter remembered
Relived
These are what true chains are made from
Not steel or cold iron
But bittersweet nostalgia
♠ ♠ ♠
This was written in memory of my grandfather. There are still places I can't go, pictures I can't look at, and even movies or television shows that I cannot watch and games I cannot play because they hold too many very happy memories of the two of us together. Like the park that isn't too far from the house, where we went when I was a child, and later where we visited the Chataqua every year, and the car shows he loved to go to. Now, I can't go there for any purpose without being sad and unable to enjoy myself.