The Poetry Book

Hold On

I see you struggle, desperate for help

You look helpless, see no one around

Tears flood your eyes, weakly you yelp

And no one for miles hears a sound

I see you run to the dark, fearful of the day

And your only really friend is solitude

You want to hear the words that no one knows to say

And that feeling is so foreign, that sweet feeling of gratitude

I see myself hiding my face, scared of what they'll say

Confidence absent, I flee to the shadows

My eyes betray me, they look the other way

As the feeling of losing overshadows

Just sit tight, as I give you my hand, hope isn't gone

Grab my hand, frail as can be, and hold on