Nostalgia Poem by Arielle Howze

She stalks me
Quietly shadowing
Creeping stealthily
Past obsessed
Memory entranced
Retrograde Regression
Reminiscent Repression
Pushing backward
Quicksand to my progression
Haunted by fading moments
Fearful of dull futures
She brings me to a poppy field
Peaceful paralyzation
Missions become meandering
Priority becomes peripheral
Recollection and remembrance
Twin vultures hovering
Making crude noises
Anxious anticipation at the coming of my dying obstinacy
Such a cozy little meadow
Harmless reveries caress my mind
Soft red petals tickle my face
Stretching my numb arms, my fingers graze something cold
A fossil of some sort
She plots against me
Digs in the plot beside me
Showcases the bones of her victims
The lost ones who couldn't make it out of the past
A trap! ! !
Not a poppy field at all
A graveyard
By catapulting her victims back in time
She steals their future
No longer stalking me, she leans over my immobile body
Shakes my hand
Introduces herself
'Hi, I'm Nostalgia'