Leaving the past

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about leaving a painful childhood behind..

Submitted: April 02, 2011

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I see the exit,

I walk towards it.

The doors now face me,

The outside now calls me.

I look back for a moment,

I see trails of wasted talent.

I see moments of agony,

A boy sitting quietly.

His face covered in tears,

His hands cover his ears.

He turns his sight towards me,

I move towards him slightly.

We engage in a fixed stare,

The truth we can't seem to bare.

We know each other well,

Yet only one can leave this hell.

A tear rolls down my face,

I am now an empty vase.

I turn away and walk away,

Walking slowly towards the doorway.

I stop at the doorway and look back,

The doorway begins to crack.

I waive farewell to the boy,

He now sits with his old worn-out toy.

The boy still crying waives back,

I then turn away and open the door-crack.

The boy is left behind in the past,

I am free at last!

 

 


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