Poem: The Next

Back from brink, only to be back standing on the edge.

Learning to deal with hope, but secretly living for regret.

Turning the head of time, but still standing still.

At least the mind think it is still.

The body has other words that many try not to fill.

You are not the young one anymore.

 You are not the baby that everyone once adored.

The page has finally turn and you are on the next chapter.

The part where no one can say the words.