Letting Go

I thought of a thousand words, None came out. Like burnt rubber, Dry as charred toast I chocked on letters, As if nails lined my throat. I swallowed my brokenness. My neck bent, heavy from the crown. I would walk away with nothing, My loses came with the bet. Decisions filled with consequences. Angel wings dipped in tar. A land filled with no mercy Only the Strong survive. Borrowing time, on make believe promises Digging shallow graves, Full of tear stained loved Vultures stay circling low. Once there was love Now a hollow soul. Dust settles over all things Letting wounds heal. The only thing now is letting go... So I cling tightly, while I cry myself to sleep.