Friday, 1 June 2012

I Have To Let Go

Take your hand off me
let me go.
Touch that burned with passion
now cold
with contempt.

Stomach sickens
skin shudders
beneath them
frantic for release.

Where is the love?
Once felt
now only said 
unconsciously repetitive.

When did it leave?
Our mutual need
allowing pain to move in.
Abandoning the soul 
suffocating within.

I have to let go of whats killing me, 
even if it kills me to let you go.


  1. powerful poem ruth! i love the last two lines especially! good work, as always.