Oklahoma,
you’ve wrung me out.
Your sunsets cut too deep,
your wind still carries her voice.
Every road here is a scar I can drive with my eyes closed.
I’m leaving
because I want to live.
Because I can’t keep breathing
where the air tastes like grief.
She was the catalyst.
Her choices,
her silence,
made this place uninhabitable for me.
Don’t look for me.
Don’t search for me.
I’ve buried my trail under dust and silence.
You won’t find me.
I’m going off-grid,
into a place with no echoes,
where the past can’t track my steps.
To the ones I love —
you are the only tether I keep,
and even that thread
must stretch far enough
to let me go.
I love you.
I always will.
But I have to save what’s left of me.
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Samuel (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I can’t do this anymore. Every mile here is you. Every sky, every smell, every street. I’ve tried to outlive it but it’s killing me. So I’m gone. For good. You were the breaking point. Don’t look for me — you won’t find me
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Oklahoma I have lived there many years ago and this trigger brings memories. This poem speaks of memories as well and a bond that can not be broken in state of memory. Freedom lies beyond its borders. A sand and longing poem of past pain as a chain each link a memory. Nicely done
Never ever been there...yet. However, my only nephew is there, studying for his occupation. His grandmother [my late, beloved mother] spent a few years in her early childhood there in OK, and that's all I know regarding my connections there. I grew up in Colorado, but that was the 1980's; I've been in Lincoln's Land since, but I was born here. And yes, you'll likely find some relief if you leave. I literally had to move an hour away from a city here in Illinois because, despite my acknowledging it neither knew me nor was my city, my heart couldn't let go, perpetually drawing me to the house my family last inhabited, the false promise I'd find the key to return if only I went back to that place what bound me stupidly to a city which actually didn't care two bits for my existence.
But thats too much of me.
Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
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