Leaving the Past

I see the exit, I walk towards it. The doors now face me, The outside now calls me. I look back for a moment, I see trails of wasted talent. I see moments of agony, A boy sitting quietly. His face covered in tears, His hands cover his ears. He turns his sight towards me, I move towards him slightly. We engage in a fixed stare, The truth we can't seem to bare. We know each other well, Yet only one can leave this hell. A tear rolls down my face, I am now an empty vase. I turn away and walk away, Walking slowly towards the doorway. I stop at the doorway and look back, The doorway begins to crack. I waive farewell to the boy, He now sits with his old worn-out toy. The boy still crying waives back, I then turn away and open the door-crack. The boy is left behind in the past, I am free at last!