Leaving to Begin

He came into the room again, raging,
The same play upon a play, staging.
Confronted , cornered, standing by alone,
In the doorway, he blocks, and leaving me prone.
His thunderous voice, booming, beckoning,
At his mercy, I am left reckoning.
"Please, please," I cry, "Tomorrow will be fine,"
The door slams, he claps his hands, what's the sign?
"Pack your bags, your clothes, every bit of you,
Leave this house today, go to hell Bitch, fuck you."


My car is packed to the limit, I drive,
Forward to a new world, I will strive.
I know now, what I believed then, you see,
Our shared life is not over, it was meant to be.
I pass new towns, new places, that I could stay,
I can't travel farther, I can't stay away.
Never settled, never starting new and fresh,
No new job, new friends, new home, that I will mesh.
For it's not me, he'll see, to his chagrin,
I've had enough of leaving to begin.



Poetry by muriel
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Written on 2009-06-09 at 06:09

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