Nostalgia

First poem

Beams of light pierce my being.
A streak of shock elates my sight.

The old me clearly seeks something.
He fights to voice his plight.

My breath halts eagerly for just a minute.
My tears build up and my head hangs low.

There's nothing nowhere on the planet;
Nothing like the song from two years ago.

Reviews

[Bell Spalding]

The rhythm scheme threw me off just a bit, but otherwise, I very much enjoyed this!