Leaving her world for the unknown
In the middle of night without a word
Traveling away from past and life
As the sun a rises on her home
There are no eyes to greet the day
For the sleepy little town left behind
Has no more soarers across the sky
In another land far away off
The wind blows leading on
To new places and friendly faces
Grinning back at the one
From the sleepy little town left behind
What now comes each sun, is not good nor bad
But hollow and lonely
The places of strangers, now called home
Not staying for long, moving on and away
For refusal to return
To the sleepy little town left behind
YOU ARE READING
If Life Was Like a Poem
PoetryA collection of various poetry works written from 2012--present
