I settle into bed
Although its 3 in the morning,
My determination to fall asleep
Is in full force
But I'm failing.
Boxes: packaged books I couldn't put down
Boxes: folded shirts I bought on clearance
Boxes: dated, over priced year books
My history: sealed and prepared to load up when I step on to new ground.
Boxed in space
A new beginning awaits
Will the morning after I surrender
And leave my key at the door,
That the change of scenery affect me
Any part of me contain
Any attachments to the nails, the ply wood or plaster making up the house
Contained my youth and maturation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem