Poetry Collection Vol.1: Ex Nihilo

Reminiscence

Reminiscing on what I once thought had...

Sorrowful, blissful passions of love's lost past.

Now dwindled away like some strange foregone fad.

Dwelling upon what once surely grasped,

Abhorrent and loathing, finding myself sulking in doses.

Missing that joyous rapture often in moments.

A symphony of laughter and words softly spoken.

At dear crescendo I saw my heart broken.

Sadness now poured over as a pasture is by swarms of locusts.

As adrift as a ship without its mast on sparse winds and waters open.

Hidden pain manifested a mere grimace only the closest eye noticed.

To remain stoic was kept a grim focus.

To retain semblance of dignity even if just a sliver left to me.

Distanced self for clarity and scope for a moment,

Bulge in my throat, swallowing a storm of emotion,

Near breathless, I felt I'd have surely choked on it.

By Nicholas Moore