She's walking rather slowly,
Dragging her feet as she walks by.
I silently urge her to go a bit faster,
Please leave a little sooner.
I want her out of my sight,
'Cause out of sight is sometimes out of mind.
But 'till she's gone, through the door,
She'll still be lurking in my thoughts,
Hiding in the dark places,
Waiting for the dark moments.
But this is over.
She is leaving.
I've dismissed her,
Forced her out the door.
She ain't comin' back...
Who I used to be.
Author notes
I like this one...it's just about what I want to happen with my life. I don't like who I am right now.
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Comments
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Very nice. Simple yet very effective. It conveys such a real message, too. It is true that we have control over changing our lives and who we are, but so very often it feels like all we can do is watch ourselves and hope wihout real power or control. This poem had that hint of taking control yourself, but also the real element of having to wait and things being outside your reach or realm of power. Nice job.
language: 3, rhythm: 4, subject: 4, tone: 3, form: 4.
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