Letting Go
I watched it rise in my presence
Knowing how its bloom would shadow my existence
A moment regret lives to replay
A moment you seek saving from the very torture that splits your flesh in your dismay
It’s a pity how life plays
But who am I to stop the very orchestra I composed?
So I’ll walk the fool’s way
Listen to my agony play from the doorway
I’ll surrender myself a victim to the blame games
Walk slowly with my head low
Wear a mask of smiles in clear skies
And do my crying in the rain
Then I’ll let nature compose and orchestrate whatever tomorrow holds
Read more poems and short stories by The Writer, ezer agyin, here http://ezeragyin.wix.com/the-writer
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