Not Now, Maybe Never.

Leaves crumple under my feet as my eyes are fogged by my layered tears.

I’m walking under the brightest street lights, but still feeling completely in the

dark. The area feels so loud and chaotic, but the only noises are created by

me. The roads are dead. My heart is hurting. I’m feeling everything, yet nothing

all at once. It is so cold out here, but I won’t go back there. Not now, maybe never.

Freezing air is surrounding the warmest soul, yet avoiding the cold, intoxicated

heart that lies only four staircases above it. I don’t know how to make things better,

I don’t know what better is. When the heart becomes sober, things could be better,

but things won’t stay better. Not now, maybe never. That heart is empty, if it’s even

there. The sunrise seems to be forever away, and I can’t wait forever. Others come

to me with comfort, but I can’t feel it. I know it’s there, it’s right there, but I don’t

know if I should reach for it. I’ve finally let go, and I don’t think I should grab onto

anything again. Not now, maybe never. You let years slip away within hours. I will

not be sorry for seeking a life that you couldn’t give to me. And I will not be sorry

for refusing to let you get in my way. Not now, maybe never.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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