The Last Note
We are closing near to the time when these letters will have to come to an end, though I fear not a single eye will see them nor do I know if a single mind will take heed of these words.
Chances come to us in life to bring about a visible change, but not many want to talk about the internal changes needed to be taken care of first before looking at the opposing side.
Night after night I think about the battles I’ve faced, yet this battle of division is too great for me to even know what I could possibly do after already taking a loss, as I sit here in this cold room standing alone.
I only wish I could turn back time and undo the hatred between the two of us or perhaps change the actions of a few, maybe then we could have survived.
© Roderick Lukenge