Poem: Demirjibashian: Alone

Years behind me
torment me
with bitter memories
of happiness.
Years ahead petrify me
with horrible premonitions
of madness.

Past years took everything
with them, everything.
Years ahead shall bring
nothing for me –
They shall bring new doubts
to my mind,
new letdowns to my heart,
and new mists
to my soul.
They arrive as swift bearers
of ill tidings
and depart ever so slowly,
for they always depart
with a heavy load,
those new years – now old.