The Hold

I never did let go,
held on tight as if
my life would swallow
all the past and live
but it didn't happen
that way - I took it in
and died anyway
with no power to say

Life is a fight - every
day - to assuage, to be ok
and not to succumb
to a place of no hope
and all darkness with
no purpose.   I must
breathe and live - learn
to swallow and hope
it gets no worse,
the sorrow.
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