Nostalgia

Cutting through bread, blood spurs

Cutting through fabric, nothing occurs

Why such thought?

If such can be bought?

But then the window breaks

And the river leaks.

How can such occur

If one can concur?

How bright the light is

How dim it is.

But the sea has brought forth waves,

Crashing ones.

The curtains drawn

O am withdrawn.

How nostalgic escape is

For one cannot see it anymore.

How bright the flower once were

But now, it is void of colors and has withered.