Clasp this graspA Poem by Earl Meek
So do I crawl from here on bloodied knees?
Or do I stay within the last embrace, to carry and to take? Surely hurt can't last my lifetime. Surely tears are dried to husk. Surely love still counts the most. A strange obsession, hands to reach. I'm lead and bronze though lost beneath. Push me far to test each fear, I promise I won't leave you here. You remain my darling, through storms, through years. Through every heart break, ache, each take, each barren fall beneath, no break. © 2015 Earl MeekReviews
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1 Review Added on February 23, 2015 Last Updated on February 23, 2015 AuthorEarl MeekCork, IrelandAboutI'm a photographer and poet living his life with love and with promise. Welcome to the darkest reaches of your mind....... more..Writing
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