How we hold onto old archetypes, personality traits that are only meant to pull us down......until we say goodbye to it.......turn our backs on it give it no more power to control us and walk away knowing that you will never ever go back to how you use to
never to be seen
left trails of crumbs
behind her
they are all stale now
the birds don't want them
Shes gone for good
never to be seen
even her smell
has gone
what a relief
the ants don't even crawl there
I did it
I said good bye
I didn't look back
my neck and spine quivered
It doesn't matter now
Shes gone for good
never to be seen.
THE END
Poetry by Mesepa Eruera
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Written on 2010-12-30 at 07:23
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SHES GONE
Shes gone for goodnever to be seen
left trails of crumbs
behind her
they are all stale now
the birds don't want them
Shes gone for good
never to be seen
even her smell
has gone
what a relief
the ants don't even crawl there
I did it
I said good bye
I didn't look back
my neck and spine quivered
It doesn't matter now
Shes gone for good
never to be seen.
THE END
Poetry by Mesepa Eruera
Read 401 times
Written on 2010-12-30 at 07:23
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