Shifting clouds above my head.
Flowers blooming, the world is not dead.
I can hear the whistle of the bird, as it
calls to me. Let me go and release my anger,
I know it can hurt the both of us.
This is it, I've packed my bags and Im moving on
out of here. This is it, and Im leaving home, not
looking back. Not looking back...
The sky ahead looks me directly in the
eye and this is not a lie, it burned my soul...
This is it, I've left all my life at home, why did
I leave? What did they do? Controlling actions, cannot
be controlled, sorry for them and I've been told...
This it it, I've moved out, I've left for good, like
you knew I would and if you ever try to take me back
I will attack...calm me down...
So, is this it? Am I leaving home? Oh, no...
So, is this the life I want, the life I chose? No...
I am sorry, please welcome me with loving arms and
I promise to you love and respect, just let me back in.
This isn't it. This is not it. This, is, not, it.
Reason for writing:
Here's some advice: Don't run away from home. I live with my parents, but have ran away a few times in the past. Stay safe and stay cool! PEACE!
Birth sign: Aquarius
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