Beyond The Dark Waters

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As let go of you 
I let go of  anguish
Expected you back soon
Forever has elapsed. 

In a hysterical overwrought
I cast your dappled scarf
Into the blue ocean waters. 

Forever for good 
I let go of you
Maybe me and you 
was Just an Infatuation, 
Hold onto my love In the skies.

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  1. Gorden10:14 AM

    You have used the reference to a "scarf" several times in your poems. I like this, to me, it becomes a representation of a scrap of memory, left behind.

    "As let go of you I let go of the anguish
    Expected you back soon
    Forever has elapsed."

    The first line is a pure allegory, while the next two lines beautifully demonstrate emotional longing, in an artfully, realistic way.

    This poem is well done.

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