The first time I fled, I didn't
understand.
An open door, waiting for me.
And as I began to walk away,
they began to fall.
I didn't understand.
When I left home,
they lost theirs.
My sister's sat dormant,
locked away, alone.
Hoping for the very same door .
I'd give up my name to relive this life.
demanding a wider door, or staying with them.
It was not fair to them, losing their number one
supporter.
YOU ARE READING
Joe Black
ПоэзияI consider this to be a collection of me. My life and emotions. Each poem/short holds heavy in my heart. All content is original and authentic. I'd love to hear your feedback and please encourage me! Lastly, I love you all. #9 in Poems
