2024-11-10

Uprooting

And nobody is allowed to tell me how I should feel

Enraged by the agony which people unknowingly inflict on each other

Do we all writhe in pain and bridle at things known only to us?

I am staggered by a loss for things with no hope of return

It exists only in my head forever. Concepts which have been severed from the present

Only I know what has been, and the promises unspoken

It is the loss of what could have been that might sadden me the most

The best is behind me, and I didn’t event know

This may be the last time I ever sleep in this room. I’m despairing that life has changed

And all that’s left to me is memory.