Let Go

By , West Hartford , CT

He let go, 

he let himself decay into filth. 

He let go, 

he let his own children fall into the arms of another.

He let go,

until the house was filled with sorrow.

He let go,

and waited, for someone to save him.

He waited for someone to pull him out,

to give him his fix of happiness. 

Someone to make him feel loved. 

But,

he loved nobody himself. 

So the man sat lonely, 

gone. 






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