Cast Away

Blow it off.
Cast it away.
It comes back anyway.
Let it go.
The pretense beckons.
Fear the end
where evil reckons
all the pain
you never faced inside.

Pass it on.
Dark heritage.
Blame the crowd,
the road, the bridge -
for all the harm
you brought into
their lives.

Just blow it off.
And cast it away.
It comes back anyway.
The haunting feel
of all the real
that used to play
within your frozen heart...

? Michaelette ?

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