Packed
My bags are packed,
my heart is racing,
but yet I still decide,
to stop and look once more.
Looking around me,
i only see pain,
i no longer see the love,
that used to be here.
But whenever you think,
of my know this,
it happened for a reason,
a reason I don't know yet.
I used to see love pouring out,
but now where is it,
for all I see are shadows,
that you're hiding in.
Of course I know,
it wasn't all you,
I know that some blame,
is mine too.
There's nothing left for me,
in this gloomy old house,
and now I must leave,
and explore that world.
I reach for the handle,
as i rip my eyes away,
and glance at this new life,
that waits for me.
poem by Katherine Bryce
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