Grasping

Grasping

 

 

We are teetering, can you see these pale fingertips?

Clasping to this cliff side grows more treacherous every day,

I can’t help but feel myself slipping, falling away.

I’ve done all I know, but it’s only slid me further,

Gravity along with so many others, my betrayers.

Glimpses of hope in every moment you reach out,

But you pull back in hesitation, at this point it’s a rout.

Despair prevails, my traction erodes beneath.

Hope now naught but the cruelest thief.

Pull me up, or let me fall.