My Desperate GraspA Poem by OmilyA poem.I tried to hold onto your hand In your voice through a phone line, And you said Let's move slow, And I said I don't mind. And in such a brief exchange Tectonic plates were rearranged And the shift in the ground beneath our feet Caused your satellite fingers to breach My desperate grasp I'm jumping conclusions, I gasp. Or not. You're gone, I gasp, You're gone. © 2010 Omily |
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Added on March 15, 2010 Last Updated on April 3, 2010 AuthorOmilySt. Louis, MOAboutI'm an English major at a university somewhere. I like writing. more..Writing
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