Joanna
Going, Going, Gone
Backpack packed,
door shut quietly,
stars shining cheerfully,
a long way to go.
Dark alleys looming,
old haunts sighing,
lonely steps echoeing,
then the city left behind.
Trees throwing shadows,
owls screeching hungrily,
roots trip me angrily,
but I’m in safety… for now.
2 comments
Reihaneh on 31 May, 2020
Amazing
Pia on 12 April, 2017
That's amazing!! I love this poem!