SOLITUDE 'S ANGST

In the quiet of my solitude, Memories of days long past, Angst and poverty intertwined, A heavy burden that will last. Nostalgia fills my weary heart, For simpler times now gone, Aching for the days of old, When life's struggles were unknown. In the shadows of my mind, I find solace in the past, Yearning for a simpler life, Where time moved slow and vast. But now I sit in solitude, With memories as my guide, Longing for a time gone by, Where my heart could truly hide.