The End of An Era

The end of an Era has come upon me. I walk through this full but empty house. I feel nothing but sadness. I close myself out, to the tears, that are barely contained, just beneath the surface. I have regrets, sorrow, fear, and all of it mixed with, anger and hatred. I keep wishing, hoping praying, that I could take it all back, go back to the beginning . I find myself wanting more, wanting to hang on to it all. I can feel the rejection was over me, in thundering waves. I want to ignore it all, but I cant. I want to believe, that there was more. That I was more. Sometimes I see it Sometimes I am blind. I have tried to create something, that doesnt exist, or simply cannot exist. There was a fading love there, I have to believe that. But to what extent, I will never know.