I tiptoe,
My toes suddenly stopping to move.
Inside a room,
I stare.
My hands aching from disbelief,
Eyes agonized from crying.
A weekend bag is all I take.
For words I seem to lose.
Back I leave nothing whatsoever.
Not even a letter,
To describe my emotions,
Give someone close to my heart closure.
All I leave behind are tears,
Pain,
Sorrows,
And what I think as A broken heart.
I escaped through a thin walled house,
Looking behind.
As I turned away;
Guilt filled my mind,
Leaving many destroyed.
My cries went unheard,
And together with my heart-
We were escaping.
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Tattooed Hearts.
Poetry{Completed} Highest rankings.(26 Sep 2021) #25brokenheart #12writings #56authors #34poets travel through my mind. This is where I share my deepest thoughts, experiences and feelings. Growing up being discriminated, writing has been a way of expressi...
