Letting Go

9of16 of a poem series I wrote in the perspective of a friend who committed suicide

It is time for me to let go
time for me to let memories flow
into an empty void of black
and then turn and never look back
for they cause me nothing but pain.

I look on them with not but disdain
these things that once brought light to my world
now due to them I watch it unfurl
seemingly like a flapping sail
too much there to say what ails
too much there to stop to care
as my life begins to tear
into pieces before my eyes
taking no heed to all my cries.

The near future my mind does play
but what it shows I dare not say.