A New Page

Featured by Benie Langat, posted in Poetry 
Our hands locked in each other,
our eyes locked on each other,
we talked about the things 
we could never have,
about the roads we'd 
never travel, together;
we reminisced the beautiful 
moments and the ugly shared,
and we said many goodbyes. 

I look upon the new year with dread.
I am no longer enthusiastic 
about new things--
I want to live, 
but the looming cloud of doom 
reminds me--my days are numbered. 
I live with the sour knowledge.
And some nights, I close my eyes 
and forget that I'm alive.
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2 thoughts on “A New Page”

  2. You are so wonderfully human
    THIS…
    📚I want to live, but the looming cloud of doom reminds me–my days are numbered. I live with the sour knowledge. And some nights, I close my eyes and forget that I’m alive. 📚

    REMEMBER, that is just the dark side, a great teacher, guide and also a genuine friend who encourages and inspires to speak our truth.

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