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3h
this is my last post
my final poem

without any warning
I’m slipping out the back door
silent
deliberate

like dusk bleeding into night

I am saying goodbye
to you
to this place
to the blinking cursor that always asked too much

goodbye
to the scrolling graveyard of thoughts
and the strangers who knew me better than friends ever could

I’m pulling my words down
deleting every poem
like pulling petals from a dying lily
until there’s nothing but the bare green stem

I’m deactivating every account
wiping myself clean
from every echo chamber
from every digital fingerprint
until my name becomes
an error message

and soon after…
I will erase myself
from this earth
as if I were a chalk drawing
and the rain had finally come

no forwarding address
no monument
no last supper of likes and comments

just absence—
a final blackout
in a sky already dim

don’t come looking
the stars won’t remember me
I suppose I’ll leave my poems here,
for anyone who may want to revisit them.
They may not be much,
but I’ve deeply appreciated every bit of love they’ve received.

I’m sorry things have come to this—
and that this is how I have to say it.
But I didn’t want to disappear
without at least saying goodbye.
Maryann I
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Maryann I  18/F
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