Blue stained

Carpet in the

Last open room

To the left of the bathroom.

This is where

I lived my early

Childhood nights.

Haunted by

Dark spirits of

The ghosts from another time.

Going back to

Reclaim some part

Of my younger self

And I never realized

I was already

Complete.

The hinges are rusted and my

Heart flutters

When I see

An empty

Suitcase near the door

All my belongings thrown

Away to the wind.

As to forget

All the things

That have ever hurt me.

But what if

I hurt myself?

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Liyona is an “average joe” kind of writer who likes to think about ordinary things and then write them down. Ever since she can remember, she has been rhyming words and creating lyric poems. During her college years, she took a more serious bent toward writing and started to post on her blog (The Life and Times of a Quirky Character.) Currently, she resides on the East Coast of the United States just north of the country’s capital.