I am at a crossroad,
Still in grief.
The past not entirely in the past,
And the future, for the moment, seems bleak.
The things I had yearned for a while back
Now hardly make me feel free.
Fixated by things I used to laugh at,
I am constantly haunted by the memories.
Was caught in the lights like a deer,
Though I was the one who had propelled it, ironically.
Yet can't shake off the feeling of betrayal
My attempts at starting afresh in futility.
Everything seems transient, every promise untrue.
Can't help going over every word, every sentiment religiously.
Fed up with my ongoing struggle,
I am now simply waiting for this tide to recede
And to be finally at peace.