photo by: h.koppdelaney
To let go What if I dive so deep That I never see the surface again? What if I search at such darkened depths That I forget that light my eyes enjoy? If only I could just let go. To let go Of the strings that I’ve clung to Of the strings that have played me Like a marionette, like a toy To this I struggle against the Master mind Becoming twisted, knotted, left limp in the corners of this stage. Like a doll played by a child true to his darkened self I am owned, I am hard as I am limp to the whims of a twisted heart When all I want to do… Is simply… Let it go.