Holding On

April 25, 2010
Every shaky breath I take exhausts me
I'm clinging to the rope but it burns my hands
Behind my smile is a face full of pain
And all I see is grey

I can't help but want to let go
Death coils around my waist and latches his fingers in my hair
He is dragging me down
My strength is giving out

What if I were to kneel down before Death?
Just give up and let him take me?
There would be no more pain, no more struggle...
...but no hope and happiness either.

Memories would vanish and emotion would be gone
I wouldn't feel his fingers on my flesh or his breath on my neck
His arms couldn't embrace me and hold me to his chest.
And this...this is what keeps me holding on.

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FreakShow818 said...
May 27, 2010 at 1:12 pm
I really like this. It's sort of demonic and dark, but it has a spark of hope in it too. Keep it up!
sparkofheart replied...
May 30, 2010 at 6:16 pm
thank you :) i try to keep some sense of hope in all my poems no matter how dark they get...im glad you could see that!
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