Poetry | Life | Death
Holding On
Poetry — About life and death

It’s pulling me down It pulls me apart I’m torn in two Fading beat, frozen heart I hear you above the surface While I’m caught underneath Sinking and worthless Surrender me
I’m letting go I’m fading away Becoming undone Suffocating You’re holding on I’m not yet gone You reach out your hand Breaking my dawn
I’ve given up Lost in the abyss I’m paralyzed A blue tint on my lips You call out into the dark To pull me back to the light Hot breath on my face A life-giving kiss
I’m still drowning Your tears burn on my face Unable to move I’m still caught in this place A thud breaks the silence The drum of life A second thunder occurs Breaking the ice
I’m holding on If you fight, then so shall I Another stream of hot breath Brings me back to life A second chance I open my eyes And your sad, crying face Turns into a smile Relieved that I’m back
I am not yet done I won’t let go As long as you keep Holding on
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