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.