Change

The older i get
the more energy
I lose
The hope of
change is gone
I am just changing 
anyway
Returning to my old
city
I  do not find it the
same.
The building are there
The memories as well
but the people are
mostly gone
sometimes I pass
them on the street
pretending we never
did meet 
Leaving ourself
to ourself

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts and the world ends. The winter is here and is so cold...

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Posted in #blogg100, April 2014, Black, Poem, Poetry

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