Let Me Go Poem by John Sensele

Let Me Go



Let me go if you think I've grown cheap
To stand by your side, to land your approval
In matters of social standing where you feel a leap
Into the unknown will land you in an office or a tryst oval.

Let me go, I beg you, before my heart casts you aside
Because our hearts no longer beat in tune to each other as they did
Long ago when you and I took pride
In each other before you felt away from me became the main need.

Let me go because the relationship paradigm
Has shifted into a gear in which the love between you and I
For all practical purposes has grown so dim it's a matter of time
Before we buy for it a casket since it's now a pure lie.

Let me go because it's the best option under our circumstances
That no longer breathe life in our relationship
Tired of stress and mess in so many instances
In which fatigue in the keg of disappointment has divided and derided further friendship.

Let me go to the place where love from above
Grows and blows open opportunities for mutual appreciation
Between two partners imbued with increasing love
Dare to pour for each other so much affection.

Let me go to hearts that feel and heal
All manners and scanners spun clockwise or anticlockwise
Where hearts don't despatch a bill on a window seal
But beat in tune with kindred hearts which they make wise at sunrise despite their size.

Let me go so you can enjoy your freedom
At random in any aspect of life and in any respect
Without my tying you down in a kingdom
Where you feel I hold you suspect.

Let me go so I can move on
To a higher level of achievements
Unconstrained by the motion, evolution and sanction
You believe can't meet essential commitments.

Let me go so you don't regret
Living under my purview where I demand rectitude
In all you think, plan and do with no secret
To hide either in your cupboard or in your attitude and altitude.

Let me go so I mingle with folks
Who dare to care and bare their feelings
With no consideration to the position of hands on clocks
Which magnify dealings without setting upper ceilings.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016
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John Sensele

John Sensele

Ndola, Zambia
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