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Letting Go

Letting Go

 

Cling to it, Self respect, the only measure

Un-True to yourself

Desperately clawing at what ifs

To somedays in blood red pools

Lost in dreams filled with monsters

Promises of one Without merit

Whose life is based On lies

Hidden agenda A hot air balloon

Whose heat has evaporated

Leaving you with the

Heaviness of the outer shell

Red balloons Helium filled

You knew it was coming

This pit whose edges

Seen but ignored

How you tried to fill it in

With false hopes

Ignoring the mucky darkness

Contained there

His gifts tokens of guilt

Covered in dark dank mud

But you’re free and oh so light

Renewed, hope filled, Alive

crimson balloons popping

Each explosion signified

The end of the world

But instead brought glowing

No Atomic mushroom

Blooming rose

Butterfly freed from opaque

Prison