Maybe gone

SilverXball

It was the first day of summer

Happy, loved

Green leaves everywhere

little daises lined the road

As the sun glared from its place in the sky

I didn't want to return home

So I walked so slowly

That I kept pace with the little worm next to me

A little boy ran out of his house

Looking for his missing cat

A group of teenagers sat on their porch smoking, poisoning my little atmosphere

I touched the green leaves, one by one

They spoke, whispered, pleaded

But I turned back

It was time to go home

I reached my house, a big white house

Hard to miss, but so invisible

I walked up, cherishing my time

Till I turned the corner

Get in the car

It was time to go

She cried, she drove

As I watched from the back seat

It was time to go

Maybe my father would leave and never come back

Maybe

Hopefully

A silent tear fell down my cheek

It was time to go

We drove till we reached my uncles house

Maybe we weren't going back

Maybe

But I wanted to leave, for what he did, could never be fixed

He shattered me, he shattered her

He chose them, rather than the ones who truly keep him happy

But I will make it

It's time to go

Time to move on

Goodbye little daises, little leaves, little boy.

Tomorrow is my home now

  • Author: A Silver Sky (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 6th, 2016 01:19
  • Comment from author about the poem: My father was never a father to me It was time to go. I have made my choice
  • Category: Letter
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  • willyweed

    sometimes a man wants to know that he still has it. And goes searching for the very thing he has right in front of him. "Love" I may be mistaken but it sounds like a family break up? you will survive, don't carry other people's burdens.
    you stated your story quite well! ww

  • Tony36

    Great write, very compeling



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