Νοσταλγία

A return to nothing From nothing Testaments betrayed: A landscape of graves A thorn in your rotten heart A life unlived: Withered on the vine A walking carcass The pain of returning — from death to death The tragedy of leaving — but never departing The fool's errand — led astray by empty hopes Swift as lightning; fury like thunder! The cruel passage of [a] life unexamined Is evident only to the loathsome prodigal son The path lurks beneath the noxious fog And only dissipates at the very end: Under the cold breath of your certain demise The pain of returning — but never arriving The tragedy of leaving — but never departing The fool's errand — led astray by empty hopes