His Hand is SlippingA Poem by Kaitlyn RaifordLocked away inside my head Are thoughts of my best friend. Maybe a part of me knows it's wrong, But I don't want it to be.
I cannot imagine a world where he was not born For he has been here far too long. I can see his fingers slipping off this thread of life, And I am doing all I can to help hold on.
Do I dare to let go? © 2013 Kaitlyn Raiford |
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Added on October 22, 2013 Last Updated on October 23, 2013 Author
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