Sunday, November 11, 2007

Losing Grip

You did have a choice- not to let me go
But something in you felt weakened tired
My hands grasped for your hands, my scream went cold
My eyes met yours -- lifeless, uninspired
A sadness swept coarsly across my flesh
Jagged rocks below waited for my fall
Looking through your hands I only saw death
His foot in my heart forcing me to crawl
We were misled -- there will never be time
You gave up on our love too easily
I honestly thought my words or some rhyme
Would permeate your soul so you could see
Death's grip held my throat at midnight plus one
Adding my breath to the dust from your run

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