NO MORE BAGS LEFT TO UNPACK


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No More Bags Left To Unpack


My loneliness is killing me
I find it hard to breathe
And losing you was just too much 
I find that I still grieve
I guess it wasn’t hard for you
Since you were the one to leave
The one who never had a problem
With trying to deceive

But here I sit, by myself
Lonely and afraid
Wondering what things could’ve been 
If you had only stayed
I’m the one that got left behind
In a love that you betrayed
I don’t think it’s very fair 
That I’m the one who paid

I used to be so endlessly
Lost inside your stare
Building dreams on fantasies
That we would always share
To think that once I had thought
That you might truly care
When all I’m left with now inside
Is a feeling of despair

Yes I know it’s over
And I don’t want you back
At the house that we once called 
Our Lovely Little Shack
But I am not some fragile egg
That’s going to easily crack
Day by Day, with my strong will
My life is more on track
Yes, things are so much better now
There’s no more of your bags left to unpack

Original Poetry Written By
Eryn Dunbar
Copyright (c) 5.20.2025 

Comments

Zeus said…
Eryn, your poem is absolutely stunning! The raw emotion you pour into every line hits so hard, capturing the ache of loneliness and betrayal with such vivid clarity. I love how you weave vulnerability with resilience, especially in those final lines where you reclaim your strength. The imagery of "no more bags left to unpack" is so powerful, like shedding a heavy weight. Your words are beautiful, and your heart shines through in every verse. Keep writing, because this is truly special.

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