tears in my eyes
bags in your hands
may home never fade
like the ground as you ascend
leaving as orphans of crime and corruption
arriving as menial
clean slate
today you start your new life
your big opportunity
at everything you've never wanted
may we keep our memories
of everything except when you left
YOU ARE READING
noceur
PoetryIf you were about to leave this planet, what would you say, and who would you say it to? In this book of my poems, that I wrote almost exclusively in the young hours of days when insomnia ruled my life. This is how I speak my truth. If I were about...
