Holding On Poem by David McLansky
Holding On
My head held over the abyss
You hold me back by my two wrists
Kindness bids me spread the myth
That my spirit will persist;
But only here in what I write
Will my soul burn ever bright
Death comes as an endless night,
I must be true to my insight.
My love I grieve for your release;
But let me go, I will not cease;
For I am lodged within you brain,
And in my books I will remain
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