the words are hollow,
beating ever so hard,
the wind has slightly mellowed,
the air is frightenly still,
tt's becoming harder to breathe,
and all that i am dependant,
is seeping and ready to leave,
no pain is equal to loosing all that is known,
no sanity is worth keeping when you know it's your own,
control is modist and meek,
all that was stromg is now lifeless and weak,
try to hold fast to what remains,
pulse beating heavy inflicting much pain,
i loosen my grip and try to make sense,
just another trip over sanitys fence,
i lock on target and take a deep breath,
regain what is mine forget all the rest,
one day i fear i may lose this battle,
and live my life but as a shadow,
but as for now i'll hold on tight,
with a white knuckled grip and all my might.
TOMMY HOUSMAN
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