There’s a poison that seeps into your soul,
It sneaks through your mind and takes control,
The energy it demands costs a physical toll.
The end of the story, already foretold.

Let it go.

Nurture it, and it will take its hold,
Soon it will leave seeds to be sowed,
They will fester and invade as they grow,
Corrupting your marrow till it turns to mold.

Let it go.

The ice in your veins makes you cold,
Your future is what it steals so bold,
It leaves in it’s place, a deep dark hole,
Vengeance, anger, and hatred are revealed as the foe.

Let it go.

http://www.theresadodaro.com    Author of The Tin Box Trilogy