Cold Nights Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

These nights have cold air,
I am so tired my eyes have a tear.

To build a legacy,
Which can be seen years to come sounds like some fantasy.

But isn't that how we once became encouraged?
So enticed that we became savage.

It's all the same,
Same endless game.

Which doesn't seem to have an end.
Different beginnings which are there to comprehend.

Each day brings a new meaning,
As each tomorrow there's a different beginning.
It's really difficult to let go of the ending.