I've wrote my letter of resignation,
To this world,
It's time to go,
It's time to move on,
Five letters sit on my table.
Next to a basket of crumpled ones.
A perfect goodbye,
Is not easily written,
"I love you but I need to go",
To blunt,
"Forever was just too long a life",
Why is this so hard?
In the end I used the second.
I write five letters,
And it doesn't feel like enough,
How many people am I leaving?
My mother,
My sister,
My father,
And my best friend,
The boy I love like a brother,
And a prince who was once a princess.
My group of girls who gossip oh so well,
And maybe even you.
Only five of what could be hundreds,
Will hear my goodbye,
I feel so sad,
Isn't that why I came to all this?
I go up,
Then come down,
Maybe that's why I am unsure,
Or am I just scared of the unknown?
YOU ARE READING
Fight the Darkness
PoetryPoetry can say a lot about a person. How they feel, what they believe in. I like to think of all this as a way I represented myself, as well as how I still do. Please enjoy and forgive my terrible errors; some of these were written 3 (or more) years...
