Grasp And Grapple...

upon a piece of old
rosewood
the hand keeps its
grasp

grappling for a hold
to prevent the
fatal fall

darkness surrounds
the grappling
continues
the man in me
must live

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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