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TRANSITION

That tingling sensation,
The uncanny intuition,
Those unbelievable thoughts forthcoming,
Creeping me up with goose-bumps,
Started to doubt my own beliefs.
It kills me from within,
Makes me feel vacant.
After endless transitions,
I thought at last; This is home for few years.
I could have genuine friends,
Not just virtual connections.
A neighborhood that I would remember.
But how foolish,
Hiding the truth behind elation.
I was just too adrift,
Unaware of the phony faces,
And innocent to pretense.
I don’t know where I belong.
The lonely nights a habit,
What bothered me was the light.
At what point do I stop,
Do I say “It’s too much”.
When do I get a breather?
I used to be my own armor,
But not now,
I left myself open, vulnerable,
Making a mistake.
The warmer nature was what I expected,
But all I got was the heartless, cold wind.
In a room full of my things,
The horror of emptiness consumed me.
Now the past haunts me again,
I don’t know who to trust now.
Guess better times are yet to be,
But patience isn’t infinite for me.
All my choices,
Where did I go wrong?
Did I prioritize in the wrong order?
Maybe only I am to blame,
But regret is not my game.

This life is mine, 
I lead.

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