Leaving Home Poem by Tracy Craighead

It was awful in a way all tragedy plays out.
Destruction on a level that few can see.
As evil presents with a smile….
Deceptively kind with a hidden desire.
Not a friend in sight, you exit the room
Arms full of pictures, memories of light.
Exit stage left, into the night.
I've avoided all conflict, stayed in the lines.
Gaining nothing, no reward in sight.
Empty-handed I left after years of strife.
Zero gained from a love so bold,
Forced to leave with my story untold.

How many people turn away,
from desperate sadness on display?
Do they think of what is left behind?
There are no words to explain, this pain goes un-named,
But it's dense and dark blue
And sometimes grows inside of you.
But, No one will know until they can see,
how blinding a veil of darkness can be