11:19PM
Monday morning at five o'clock as the day begins
Silently closing their bedroom door.
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more.
She goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her handkerchief,
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside she is free.
She is leaving home,
She's leaving home after living alone,
For so many years. Bye, bye.
-a.c
YOU ARE READING
Clouded Thoughts.
PoetryThis is pure beauty, it is making my heart flutter inside like a trapped butterfly trying to escape it's dark cage... This is my journal for 30 days only. I write, so as to not be dead.
