Nostalgia

[jferrell]

Here's another poem that is becoming more and more frustrating to finish. I am still working on a few more stanzas. I am not pleased with this one at all but I figured some constructive insight might turn this beast into a beauty.

Diverted eyes tell a story that's been told a thousand times before,
Insignificance measured in shady expressions and ambiguous excuses,
Suspended in a state of perpetual ambivalence somewhere between happiness and sorrow,

Abandoned,

Left isolated in a world full of familiar faces,
Branded with an immutable crosshair on my back,
And all I got was this T-shirt,

Oh just take me back to the start,
I was just a boy and you were just a girl,
Two people thrown into the never ending treadmill they call real life,
Chasing the elusive dream of happiness like a carrot on a stick,