Poemacik o Odejsciu Bez Zapomnienia...

I always wonder,
With winds and thunder,
Why the clouds turn black,
Overwhelmed, making me blunder.

Now as I turn back,
To see what to pack,
To get from this place,
Im leaving now before I can crack.

No one to listen, cant plead my case,
I need more, more time and space,
But time is slim,
So here, now, Im leaving this place.

My light is dim,
Living in sin,
Filled up to the brim,
No one can say they knew him.