Leave the barren bones
Of the past
Long gone
Dead and buried
Where they belong
Lest they live on
As the lingering ghosts
Of the present tense
Clinging desperate
To every future breath
They haunt
Only to become entombed
With their rotting stench
Of death
Buried under deep
The decaying
Heavy depths
Of regret;
Yes, leave
Leave those bones
And the empty hell
Of skeletal shells
No longer nutrient dense
Where Love
In Peace
May rest ~
Finally,
At home
Cradled
Gentle and safe
Within the warmth
Of its own
Compassionate Kindness…
2021, barefoot poet
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