Gone

 

Mother, this woman who bore me

Brother, that man I knew momentarily

I'm leaving now

It'll be a whisper

Then you're eyes will notice

The shadow form

Is gone from sight

I've been invisible to you

For far too long

These days

Without my anger, my hatred

The pain seems to linger

Outside of the distractions

Known as music and word

So I'm leaving now

Through my window

You'll not notice my departure

Small gifts

Mother, Brother I'm gone

And you move on

Easier than these eyes

 

Author's Note

Cp. 8:07AM Mon 06/02/08 'Explain' Paramour lonely, alone, sad, tired emotionally, used (Typed, House)

Reviews

[Celtic Cat]

Oh, honey!! How utterly sad.... tragic really. But in it lies your strength... your wishes to surround yourself with those that may appreciate you instead of suffocating in the shadow of those who do not.
It is their loss, and I feel worse for them than you.... as you've got your freedom... and they'll be missing out on a wonderful woman. Excellent piece.

Of course if it is fiction....it's still an excellent piece!!!