Moving On
©10/18/10
I've been packing my life into boxes,
Stacks upon stacks of cardboard,
Banana boxes from the local grocer,
Piled up years of stored stock says
Little about my life—a hard hoard
Of possessions which deny closure.
A box of stuffed toys—mostly foxes,
Save for a few black, plumed ravens.
We had an… odd sense of humor.
I cover them quick; a box of socks is
Light enough to throw atop these havens,
Plushy keepers of memory and rumor.
Rumor… there is murmuring of progress
On the west coast. I've decided to go…
Half a country away between us will help.
Perhaps if I shout loud enough for Congress,
Then he'll hear as well and he'll know
Where to find me, and realize with a surprised yelp…
It isn't healthy to hope for such dreams.
The whole point of getting out is to heal,
And as I carry these last boxes out the door,
It's... so funny how different life seems.
I don't know if I'll be able to deal
With the future, but I can't do this anymore.
With a moment spared for second guesses,
I drop these puffed-up reminders with the trash.
With my socks and unmentionables in the car,
The time has come to turn my back on the messes,
The lies… our mistakes, and make a frenzied dash
Away from the torment… good and far
Away from here.
~A/N~
And... here is what I managed to get finished on the weekend.
It's a simple poem with an abc,abc rhyme scheme. I'm not happy with it at all, but it's good enough to get the plot moving forward (not every piece is going to be astounding, and the main thing is to get more of the story out there... which is sometimes difficult with poetry).
This piece is from Sasuke's POV, and he's running away... well, moving... but still. It's inherent in his nature to run when people get too close or if things get difficult... and when he's with Naruto (let's face it) things are always difficult. Hope you like it. Hope you review. Much love to everyone!
~Sarai