Letting Go

This is a small piece where I try my luck at free metrics. I still have to learn how to lose the quatrain. I'd really love to get reviews on this one.

Blessed

Are those whose thirst is quenched by Lethe's drink

And rest

In peace because their mind is clear

The life of sorrow past

Leaves no souvenir

They're free at last

Their memory gone, nothing left to think

Author's Note

This is that poetry-as-a-versification-of-philosophy kind of thing, isn't it?