Letting Go
You pick roses
And bundle them together
As I watch from the door
Like piles of sand
Pressed against the shore
Now the flowers are dead
Petals fall from your hand
Away from it’s lifeless bulb
And land onto the floor
Your voice once spoke
In what were whispers
Are now just words mumbled
Into inexplicable syllables
Unbalanced they just crumble
Like the pounding of mallets to tin
I strain to hear the impalpable
As my thoughts lose their pace
And like mist I disappear
Now I turned away
From the proclivity of who I was
For what you've seen was a ghost
To the light I now disappear from us
Away from that unloving host
Who’s roots tried to hold me in it’s lust
Eyes opened to a boy who was lost
Tears dry up in the heat of the sun
As I leave the pain and move on...
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