FarewellA Poem by MazieSometimes you just gotta let go of the pastFarewell to you, my void and weary soul; Farewell to this, the torment in my mind, Farewell to that, the past which haunts me whole, Farewell to you, who left me far behind. So long ago, in cold dark tales before The raven bowed his head to Life’s decree And Death, still sated, took his cares off-shore And life could be as it was ought to be. The past still weighs a hefty pound each day And those who carry, shall they know the load For naught can tear that safety strap away While those who carry keep their solemn code. Farewell, I say, to all that brings the night, Consumed no more, now see with clearest sight.
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