Goodbye.
I give up-
Trying to catch every ledge,
Clinging on,
Digging my fingernails
Into the cliff that is you.
No longer will I grit my teeth
As my nails bleed out
And arms grow heavy;
Weak,
Foolishly hoping
That you'll drop me a rope.
Even if
Everything I am without you
Is but the smallest of parachutes
Weightless
Flimsy
Torn
I'll take my chances with free fall.
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Campfire - And Other Poems
PoetryA collection of poems exploring every emotion this young medic's heart has beat to, and then some. All works are copyright protected - do NOT reproduce or reprint without explicit permission.
