"It will be a fresh start" they say,
yet I sit here day after day,
watching the number fall
could this really be all?
My days are numbered here,
and within me that strikes fear.
I will be gone,
I will be done.
Life will never be the same,
but the memory will always remain,
this fear turns to sadness,
and in the end I only feel stress.
Can this truly be it?
Moving from my friendships.
Leaving this life,
I wish I had no strife,
Yet here I stand,
crying as I sing,
This truly is the end,
Si Vis Amari, Ama.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Nightlight
PoetryThese are my poems. Every single one I have written. I credit the title to my amazing muse. I get inspiration from many things and I often like to dedicate my poems to those I feel most need them, or need a smile. Have an amazing day or night or whe...
