Let go,
of the
thinly veiled demons,
Disguised as dreams.
Of the
Orchid topped leaves,
with roots made of poison.
Let go,
of the
corporate bank sleeves,
Stolen from laymen.
Or the
Blonde’s short seams,
To find missing meaning.
Let go,
of the
Thoughts from the past
They will haunt your being
And the
Memories that last,
To keep is destruction.
To be free
Is peace
And in all there is seeing
Learn from the past
Let go of the dream.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
David DeSantis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-dream-32/
