Quiet walls

Tue, 01/10/2017 - 18:45 -- ssz4

In this room alone, as I stare at the pile of boxes ahead,

I listen close to the thin walls surrounding me. 

After listening for so long laying in bed,

I pack my things into these boxes, & suddenly the walls are talking more quietly

Could it be that she may know? 

What used to be roaring yells, has turned into faint whispers. 

Dad said he'd never leave, but my mother told us how it was time for him to go.

I was supposed to be the one leaving, how could it not be us that he considered?

How could this all be going on right before i leave for the biggest 4 years of my life?

c'mon dad, you had everything: two great kids and the best wife!

We were best friends, Never thought i could be blessed with the best.

But I guess God puts everyone to the test!

& here I am living alone, left staring at these empty walls with no more tears to shed.

Except the best part is that the walls are quiet in this room alone,

as i stare at the pile of boxes ahead...

This poem is about: 
My family


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