David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,578 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Holding On - Poem by David McLansky

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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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 1, 2013



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