Do they crave to hear my voice echo down the hallways
And pray I come back
Do they wish to hear the sound of me coming down the stairways
Or maybe listen to just one step
Does my empty seat make them feel empty too
As if a part of them is missing
Do they have nightmares because of me
Maybe even one or two
Is it wierd setting the table for one person less
Does my absence hang above their heads
Like a lost soul echoing amidst darkness
Does my memory haunt their dreams
Are their minds a chaotic mess
Are they losing sleep
Because of how much they miss me
I wonder if they feel empty
If the house is quiet
And the hallways seem lonely
If they regret their riot
And all the words they pierced through me
Or maybe they're overjoyed
Celebrating my farewell
They never wanted me
And are glad I'm gone
They pray I never come back
Maybe even hope I'm dead
I wonder if it's all different, now that I'm gone
I wonder if they miss me...
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It's barely been a day and I'm already kinda homesick, to be honest. I mean, not really but I'm genuinely curious what must be going on back home. What their reaction must've been and how they must feel. I know I shouldn't care but still...
I shouldn't be thinking about this stuff. I know this yet I still let it consume my mind. I should be worried about finding a place to stay, rather than what's going on behind me. That place is in the past and I must move on. I can't focus on the present if I'm too consumed by the past; and if I don't focus on the present, I can't work on the future. Therefore, I must forget about that place and those people. They mean nothing to me.
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The Ember Garden
PoetryIt's the journey through life The quest of finding herself In which homes are left, people are met, mistakes are made and there's a whole lot of regret She's never let the pain get to her, well at least that's what people think. However, only her di...
