NostalgiaKing Memory Clinic

And so they take the memories
From people's lives
And you can watch them as though
They were your eyes
Thought it'd be a nice way
To remember grandma
A cathartic grief panorama

Dad loved the idea
And that was that
His memories seen
Grief retracts
No more mom on his mind
He could stop all that
No longer unsure
He could relax
The funeral
Came and went
But Dad kept watching
Without relent
It's just casual
Was his defense
But he wore himself down
The full extent

His memories
Were rose-tinted depictions
And seen enough
Replace his old reminitions
Soon enough
He can't make the distinction
Then it restarts
With his compiled innervisions

Dad's got only
Pleasant memories
Living only highlights
Life's disconsolate tendencies
The only place
That brings him any comfort
Is the clinic
He frequents for two months

No one around
He gives in
Doesn't take long
Till he gives up
So like father, like son
Their shared vice
At least in there
He's raised right

Three weeks in
Went to call his friend Molly
Watched himself
Make that gut wrenching folly
He was done
Sought to stave off the clinic
Discipline
Is what'll curb his addiction

Quickly bored
Without routine, comfort
He nursed himself back
Unencumbered
Self awareness
Slave to Monkey-Head
But it's the only place
Grandma isn't dead