nostalgia

crushing burden of meaninglessness  
has just passed me by  
I said Hello  
but he never looked back  
I remember we used to be friends  
he wondered about his love crushes  
they didn’t work out  
and he was so meaningful at that time  
I saw such a dignity in him  
in his crushing meaninglessness  
which drove me crazy  
which made me pass over my clean mind  
into his dirty hands  
I squeezed my delicate soul  
into his tight shoes  
and suffered from sore spots  
distracted mind  
I am an eyesore  
to my life smashed into pieces  
I try to put them together  
so many years  
occasionally forgetting about them  
and starting to lead a right, clean, holy life path  
but pieces of the broken life  
sting my feet  
and sore spots explode  
splashing with blood  
sudden pain  
splashing with destruction  
my vulnerable castle  
made out of sly playing cards