For a year

I’m knocking for the answers.

A year of doubts.

A year of despair.

A year of prevailing truth.

A year of self holocaust.

A year of abandonment.

A year of revenge thoughts.

A year of cowardliness.

A year of hope.

A year of loneliness.

A year of emptiness.

A year of wild emotions.

A year of holding on to your words.

A year of unfulfilled promise.

A year of realizing that you left.

A year of waking up to the real world that you were gone.