Perchance To Forget

2nd Friday Prompt: let it go

Paroma Sen
Scrittura

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Photo by Jason Mitrione on Unsplash

Loosen the grip of those tight fingers, let it go
Stop fighting the good fight, let it go
Your north star blurs and even douses a-time, let it go
The candle flickers and burns out, let it go

The fledgling you saved will not make it, let it go
The child you taught hexadecimal will quit math, let it go
You will never get that apology, let it go
The chameleons around you will never change their color, let it go

The voices you strove to upheld will drown out after all, let it go
Pledged friendships will not last, let it go
The forever encapsulated in mere hours, let it go
Beautiful lives gone like footprints in the sand, let it go

The exhaustion of stampeding relentless continuity, let it go
The noose gets tighter around your neck, let it go
The water level rises to your ears, let it go
Winter arrives too soon, and summer barely registers, let it go

Love withers like frozen leaf stalks, let it go
Humanity devolves to its lowest common denominator, let it go
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Paroma Sen
Scrittura

“Do not go gentle into that good night, but rage, rage, rage against the dying of the light.”