Away From Here

by Jennifer RIP Lesthat Hayden   Feb 10, 2009


My life is an abandoned place
and inside I find an empty suit case
once used to try and run away
until nothing was found to pack that day.

I found nothing worth to travel with,
and running away-that try; my fifth.
Instead I took a walk for 20 years
and came back only after dissolved fears.

I stumbled across a rusty knife
closely resembling my eroded life.
The blood it has seen and victims taken
left me quite disturbed and shaken.

The deaths in life out way the lives
and here to represent are knives.
Good for so long until they rust
then left forever in the dust.

Off I traveled to the room ahead
where I once slept, there was my bed.
An old pocket watch lied on my sheets,
used to keep track of time's heart beats.

The memories made and those suppressed
made truths and dreams into things guessed.
That watch now broken on my bed
is best left there, not living: dead.

There, my closet, a red ribbon is seen,
once worn on a girl no more than 18.
Attached to a dress of burgundy red
once vibrant, but now so dull instead.

That dance, that boy, those lights, that time,
the happiness then, now seen as a crime.
From that red ribbon dress I turn my cheek
to find something else less happy; more bleak.

There, the bathroom mirror I see,
broken, shambled, looking at me.
Coating the glass is a foggy cool
reminding me of that powerful fuel.

The way I saw myself back then
was beautiful, powerful, and thin.
I owned that house and all inside,
and now so faint, I want to hide.

Here's the last room for me today,
the kitchen, left dusty, unused, gray.
A silk scarf found resting upon a chair,
reminds me of my curly blond hair.

Those walks outside in wind so brisk.
Those days of laughter and of risk.
The times spent caring of nothing at all
have lead me to my current downfall.

Again I turn looking to the door.
I take my feet placed on the floor
and walk away, again I disappear
away from this home, away from here.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Ray Smallshaw

    After all the comments of congratulations plus Porcelains in depth comments I wonder what I could add, perhaps that all poems to the individual have meaning to them that may or may not run parallel to what you were try to convey but this poem certainly had what it takes to get your message across, though it has been said before wonderful, a truly mind opening poem Ray S 5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by NiQk

    I completely hated it!!!

    Just kidding it was great
    5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by Lonely Rider

    Very touching beautiful write ... in each stanza i could visualize some special moments of your life unfold in front of me ... brilliant narration...

    1st stana... I was captured by the metaphors your have used here... so creative and meaningful... as a reader i was very impressed ...

    2nd stanza ... very heartfelt lines... there's so much loneliness behind each word...

    3rd and 4th ... loved the analogy of life and a rusty knife ... what a comparision ... beautifully penned...

    5th and 6th ... these have both nosatgic and sad feelings atached to it... it gives me a feeling that the girl here is missing those moments ... and feeling very lonely

    7th and 8th ... these would have been some moments that she had cherished ... that she was not so sober at that time ... but here I didnt understand why she's turning away from happiness...

    the rest of the stanzas made me feel that something very tragic happened and her world is no longer the same... I felt that she has died and that she's visiting her place as a ghost...

    wonderful write :)

  • 15 years ago

    by Faithless

    Well well Jen I can see why you won. You totally have a very compelling story that is being told in a poetry format. Your descriptive description of the whole scene really allows me to visualize how you picture it. The choice of words that you used also enhance the story, bringing it to life.

    Excellent Job
    5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by Mister 47

    Away from here, sometiems, i wonder if the place you talk of is in mind or in real life ..

    soemtiems, we leave and runaway from ourselves .i dont know what to say abotu this piece returning after all these times, memories.. that you ran away from ,and left it again and go away again...

    i hope , that dont hapen to me or you in real life , i dont want to walk from my self 20 years .. to come back to find my old knife...

    it si a very ling and sad poem , great structure of course.. and trully deserve the apreciation

    but it wear me off to read all these ^_^
    5/5

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