running away

Leaving home for the last time
I never wanted to go back
The colour of the room
Was making me ill,
My mother
Kept on giving me the shove.
I had nowhere i could call sanctuary
I couldn't rest and so,
I took my leave
On a November eve.
I took my dog and pipe
Closed the door on the world i knew,
And set off into the night.

I walked my dog passed all the places
That had ever broken my heart
Girls, friends, people and places
In which i had played a part.

Nothing was insignificant,
All sense came within reason
I had lost out on life
Because of crippling, fearful, emotions.