i always remember someone leaving the house with a heavy heart. I sympathize. My heart is also heavy. <br />It is dark and someone carries a bag and begins to step away. <br />The steps become fainter. <br />I like to help. I suggest he stays. But Papa is vehement <br />and decisive. <br />Many years ago, five or ten people already left this house. <br />I stayed. I keep on staying. <br />The house is empty now. <br />I have decided not to listen anymore about the sound of emptiness. <br />The house of Gregorio must fall. <br />Everyone here dies. <br /> <br />I want to live. And so i must go somewhere else. <br />Where there are no hands that will choke me.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leaving-an-old-ancestral-house/
