Judgement DayMature

I dreamed of this day for the past few years

In the last few weeks I have been wanting this day to come quicker

In the last few days I have been counting the hours, minutes, seconds

On this last day; I cried like no other

My personal diary had gone

I wanted to break something

A window…

A chair…

Anything I could touch or see

I had treated him badly

Leaving me no right to want him back

My fate was decided from the moment he stepped out that door

We would never be the same again..

The End

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