Leaving

The broken glass covers the floor,

Because of the door, that has been slammed before.

Yelling swallows the house,

As the car leaves for gone.

The white walls soon are smeared with pain,

The skies turn dim, and the outside pours rain.

Everyone grows quiet,

Everyone is silent.

Nobody has words to say,

Not even the room, pounded on by the rain.

Someone said, there's a light after every dark,

But the light creates more sorrow marks.

The windows soon break,

Water runs scarce in the lake.

Everything seems to fall apart,

And death will soon take my place.

Infinite sickness starts to spread,

Just one door slammed, and look where it led.