I saw them coming from far away.
And I knew I should leave.
I knew I had to leave.
But I didn’t want to.
I didn’t want to leave home.
I didn’t want to leave the city.
But I knew I had to.
I had to leave before they arrived.
Before they came to take me away.
I watched as they came closer and closer and I still couldn’t bring myself to leave.
I couldn’t do it.
I didn’t want to do it.
I guess that was wrong of me.
In the end I was taken from there.
I was taken from my home.
I could have left and I would still be a free man.
But I stayed.
I stayed because it was my home.
And I wasn’t going to abandon it.
I was never going to leave my home.
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Categories: flash fiction