Let It Be

a poem

Tell me what’s the point of lying
When what I feel is real
Tell me what’s the use in hiding
What can not be concealed?
They say that time is your best friend
And that it soothes and heals everything
When all that time really does
Is crush and kill everything
Yet here I am still hanging on by a thread
Seconds from falling yet inside I’m already dead
Just hoping that you’ll catch me
Save me from the dangers below
Console my soul, making me happy
Allowing your breath of love to blow
But now the message is clear and very easy to see
So I will no longer continue fighting I will just let it be

By Glenn McCrary

© 2010 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)  

Reviews

[Jeff]

Excellent poem.