short poem, leaving a home, poetry, the word sword

Leaving a home|A Short poem

The walls that contained my joy,

The ceiling that saw me cry,

The bed that gave warmth and comfort,

The window that bridged the sky and Earth,

The imaginations that ran wild here,

While I held a book and a coffee near,

The trees I stared at through the windows,

Wondering if they were happy when I was,

The mirror that saw me every day,

In madness, chaos and cheerful play,

I bid adieu to you too now,

Never to forget these days I vow,

It’s hard to leave you all today,

As I go for what does in the future lay,

And there’s a lot to carry along you see,

So am leaving behind a part of me.

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