Grip Me
a long
painful
endeavour
It has been,
waiting for you
longing for us
how would you have written it
how would it have gone
If you could change the last part of your
Favourite poem or deepest song
Or even just your sentence the way you write your words
The sentences that leave your mouth today
Are they at all rehearsed
Imagine changing it all, no waiting around,
Make things the way you wanted it, the way you believe it should be now
imagine gripping on so tightly to the corest part of me
imagine how long
how painful it can be
to keep hold of purest form of life that could be
to keep the strength
to keep focused
to not lose track
to slip to fall to not bounce back
could slip, lose it all, & I canβt do that
So grip me you fool,
Before the fire
starts burning
at the cracks
