you lost yourself slowly
to the poison known as nostalgia,
which messed up your whole persona
while it's fine to think back to the past,
you wandered too deep into it
we can even see it in your outfit!
and worst of all,
when we bring up the future
you just sit there and demur
YOU ARE READING
Three by Three
PoetryShort stories and experiences. All are three stanzas with three lines.
