Let Go

harbouring despair,
light leaked out of my
front door and
shadows housed
within.
ask me,
if I could ever cajole
the circles of remorse
in leaving me
alone.
drinking regret
blood assumes the colour of poison,
the hues of blue
spreading slowly
therein.
melody always finds the musician
lest
it should breed treachery
green fields of closure
are the melting points of misery.

**Conclusion is essential to letting things go**