satira black

Rookie (Portland, Maine)

Leaving - Poem by satira black

What makes you stay
or walk away?
That last thing isn't always big
It's just one moment with two directions
The one, a feeling of having missed a true meaning
Try again
The other, a feeling of meaninglessness
Walk away
It can be that quick

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 8, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 14, 2011


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