my fingers cramp and ache from my firm grip
how can I hold what was never mine?
as I rend the fabric of these dreams
still I grasp, in my waking hours and sleep
hanging on to nothing as tightly as I can
my hands will let go before my heart
my mind deserted this memory long ago
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
1 comment:
I like the intensity of this poem!
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