My vision of the future was
…never this.
I never dreamed of quiet rooms,
of the faces I’d miss,
or of the nights so heavy
that I collapse into the abyss.
I pictured something brighter,
something that I would not resist,
like the love of another,
and a reason why I exist.
I knew - no, I thought
the years ahead were to be a gift,
but they pruned into an empty maze
where my tired thoughts drift.
My Broken Infinity
