Keep Me Poem by Bri Lynne

I always get the rest
What's left
The greenest glares
Painful stares
Cuz real is rare
And all I've ever known
I wear

It's rough to climb
Through thickest slime
To reach a peak too frigid
To be mine
To see the purest ignorance
Of sorts, a crime
To watch the clock tic on
mercilessly
Towards my time

It's hard to keep
A knowledge deep
Through times I bleed
And weep
Hard to find my heart
In briny deep
Grim to run through creeps
To try to find a soul to keep
Who'll have nothing more
In his only life to be
But mine
Until the final sleep
But to keep me