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At Holds of Falseness

Poetry By: Lesley Annette 253

at times, the things we hold on to the tightest are the things that are simply a visual of what we want, not a firm,secure, or real/true hold. then you get a crash-course when reality comes in, and while you're going on with your life, you cant help but to feel that same prick of longing for that something that wasn't ever there in the first place.

Submitted:Dec 12, 2009    Reads: 111    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   

a hold
so tight
needed and longed for,
tiered am I, sleepless are my nights
much, too much,
my mind in a whirlwind,
my feelings in a tornado
grounded are all senses of
my whole being
aloof and soaring
in a state of
the wind caressing my cheeks,
lifting me higher
and higher,
and higher
and higher,
beyond any sort of
reaching farther
and farther
and farther
and farther
at every hold longed for while
each and everyone,
thunder strikes a blow,
crashing me back down,
rain pours form an overhead sea,
burying me in the ground
deeper and deeper.
and i still reaching and reaching
and tighter
and tighter
and tighter
holds of


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