Here it is, the end of an age.
The long avoided but overdue turning of the page.
The demise of a two-faced hope—
A lifeline and noose, both just pieces of rope
It came like the sudden death of a friend I'd known for long,
Nonetheless a death I knew was coming all along.
The onset of despair that I fought
Hit me later but much harder than I thought.
It took but a tiny trigger
To make the trickle a gush much bigger.
An outpouring of pain, tears, and feelings—
A catharsis I hope is the first step towards healing.
Memories buried deep and bottled up
Suddenly came rushing back up.
Like the words of a half-forgotten song,
A misremembered dream gone terribly wrong.
A helplessness sets in, but a numbness too
As I wait for the strength to pull through, to bid adieu.
I wait for a change tomorrow might bring
For the death of hope can be a terrible thing.
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