Letting Go of the Grass
Letting Go of the Grass
I always loved the feeling of touching the grass,
Holding on to it making my hands turn red,
I never questioned the idea of letting go,
Hating the feeling of letting death flow,
Being chained to my love and life,
It was like chewing deadly ice,
I couldn’t just leave,
I didn’t get a chance to really breathe,
As my love was slipping through my mind,
My hands started to get out of line,
“Please” I screamed I wasn’t ready to go,
“No Please Don’t Let Death Win This Vote”,
I lost my love, so I started to lose my life,
I felt the ice start to break,
Seems as my willingness to live was fake.
Goodbye as the blood in my arms rush out,
Letting go of the grass,
Was the last sentence coming out of my mouth.
(Completely Your Choice(38), Brian Strand)
-11/5/2020-
Copyright © Ja'Maya Askew | Year Posted 2020
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