Once brimming with hope,
They now brood.
Once running into the future,
They now look back.
Into the darkest corners of me
Into what I don't want to see
Into who I don't want to be.
These streets might consume me.
Once harbinger of change,
Now more of the same.
Once a glorious new dream,
Now a sleepless night.
A night of painful introspection.
A night of solitary confinement.
A night of desperation.
But I wait, now, patiently,
For an absolution that always came.
I wait for change to being me out.
But there lurks a fear deep within
What if it doesn't arrive this time?
