Nostalgia City

The town across water looks vibrant this evening, Standing on the bridge, it's skyline is gleaming. I decide to make the trip, though the traffic is rough, The thoughts in my head are spastic enough. Made it to Nostalgia City, Reminiscence Row. Haven't been here in a while, I've missed it so. Took some time to get here, road blocks and construction, Warnings to turn around or face the mental destruction. But I love this town, I could spend days here, The only problem is that everything but me stays here. The weather's always nice, no clouds or cold winds, Immaculate houses made of memories of old friends. It seems almost rude to drive on the asphalt, The road's too smooth, paved with past thoughts. I brush of the warnings figuring my brain has no merit, I park and look around, completely blind to the apparent. Trees shade the sidewalk, so I take a stroll. My mind's telling me to leave, but I won't let it take control. Everything is so beautiful, just as I expected, Nothing could be more perfect, it's exactly how I left it. I walk up to my house and the door's wide open, To my eyes' surprise, everything inside's broken. The answering machine plays message after message, They're from friends and relationships that didn't make to my present. I go to my room and it's utterly passed trashed, A painting of my potential falls, the glass smashed. I run out of the house and notice I'm on my own, Not one person, not one sound, in this town I'm all alone. This city is self destructive, staying here will kill me, Everything starts to collapse, I dodge the rubble from the buildings. The street starts to crack loud enough that the deaf could hear it, Even the blades of grass are sharp enough to cut my spirit. I rush back across the bridge, leaving the place behind, Back to the current state of mine, my current state of mind. Building a better present with no hesitance, Must make this place strong for it's residents. Here resides my thoughts, my goals, my cares, my friends, My being, my now, my future, my end. And together they comprise an army inside, That'll battle my mind with an army of pride. And will battle my past until it's fibers are tattered, And substance is shattered until it no longer matters. Darrell Brown