Goodbye

Tue, 02/06/2018 - 15:36 -- ahtiya

Goodbye to a place I once called home

Now to a new strangers place, to learn

Learn how to live on my own

Yet I yearned for just a stable home

I had never felt so alone

Accompanied by two new black garbage bags

With a couple rags, and old memories

Goodbye to my friends with just

These two black garbage bags and some accessories

"It'll be ok," my caseworker assured 

As I was lured into the system

Swallowed by the courts

Consumed by the placements

Goodbye to a place I once called my home

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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