Chronic Nostalgia

Timeless, is that which survives in memories,

Thoughts rage in a vigorous torrent,

As it manifests, the wrath of Aries,

My mind is in a free fall, as my mood warrants;

The nostalgia is a deep abyss, all consuming,

A fiery touch,a tear spilt: Myriad sensations,

Laughter shared, arguments had: Images looming,

Pandemonium reigns within me, as my sanity, I ration;

 The depictions of past experiences, sway my psyche,

Indelible regret, manacling me in chains,

I feel too far from the embrace of Nike,

Emotions surge in a turbulent flow, through my veins;

Is death an escape, or is it oblivion?

what if life is a dream, or an illusion,

 Will it matter then, this life for Elysium?

Someday, I shall solve this enigma: A disillusion.