Let Me Go.... Poem by Cyclopseven R

down the memory lane
under the dimly lit neons
I sit alone on the bench
caressing the night breeze that befriended me.
years that strolled into mysteries unknown
somewhere in time remain hidden
yet powerfully driven by my mind
like a monkey trapped in its greedy jump.
drops of tear silently roll over my cheeks
significantly potent to kill me alive,
enough of everything that karma has wrought
let me tarry awhile in lively thoughts.

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