packing up
One of the worst things
That always had befallen on a human
Is moving out. Stretching out to go fill an other space.
Etching to problems, arguments
Tiredness and sweet decadence,
I wouldn’t wish that upon any miser:
Documents years old dated.
2012 old english essay, with the glimmering grade of my wasted youth.
Decrepit pictures from a dilapidated past, that one wishes to keep secret,
yet time spills you out like a broken emotional machine, gasping for air of relief but all that comes in is fear.
The future creeps, will you be able to sustain this new change, financially and emotionally?
as I write this poem,
I shake at the unavoidability of my duties,
while secretly burning for this challenge
a challenge of a lifetime.
Bring it on, moving date
I whispered, as I seal my fate.
I look around, one last time
at these now unfamiliar walls
That used to hide
and sustained my benevolence
an ode to change.
