Good-Bye
Walking only to run
talking only to scream
trying to sing out my melody
I squeak out an empty tune
laughing empty laughs
to empty jokes
crying not fake but real tears
of a truly real sorrow
wandering from
place to place
only to be shut out by the old
and misunderstood
by the new
closing my book of secrets
before any can catch a word
I say good bye
to something in the past
something in the future
and the confused,
frustrated present me.
© February 2, 2012 (Emma Joy Huls)
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