A Tighter Grip Poem by Phil Soar

A tighter grip I lost with time
Holding onto life and pride
That grasp of everything I knew
Fading like an ebbing tide
With all the whispers in my mind
Telling me to give up now
I wipe away the stress and tears
That brush across my furrowed brow
Tomorrow is a brand new day
And nothing will I contemplate
In search of something meaningful
I hope my dreams are not too late
A tighter grip I hold on to
With hands that hurt and cling onto
And not a thought sends dreams askew
That tighter grip I hold on to