CURSED NOSTALGIA I

    “Fly above, far away”

This part of the
dark red corner

  Preserved in my heart.

                                                                         
  Safely settled, it brought
a few happy memories,
  a few sad moments.

                                                                               
 I paint those red roses

 in that corner, white.

And repaint them, black.

Opaque, this corner

Is deemed to be.
 My soul’s light,

  Never to pass through.

    I look behind

      And all I see now, is

      A cursed night of betrayal.

    “Fly above, far away”

    I say, to this little part of
 the soft corner

    preserved in my heart.