No Longer So

Is it enough,
just holding on to hands
Gripped tight,
through and through

One more day, one more night
She whispers, into ears
closed with tape

Fingers interlaced,
the punch was laced
The crazy things that people do
To each other, to one another
To themselves

Is it enough, just holding on to pieces
Left in blankets pulled tight,
through and through, through and through
To one more day, to one more night

She whispers softly, wake up
Dear mine, wake up, please just one
Once more, grip my hand
Just be, again

Again, one more time,
With me, one more time,
Again, bright eyes that remember
The faces, the names

She whispers softly, wake up
Dear one, wake up, please, just once
Once more, hand in hand
Just together, once, again

Is it enough, just holding on to hope
Pulled around close, even when
Everything is no longer
No longer so.

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Not sure if people know, but I actually hate that I write lyrics/poetry/stories like this.  This heavy, pessimistic, depressing stuffs.  Even when I am not personally heavy/pessimistic/depressed.  Well perhaps just a little bit so.

But, better let out than kept in, I suppose.  Or that is the line I shall tell myself for now.  I really should get in the habit of writing out my thoughts more frequently/consistently again.  They are starting to turn into a self-jumbling mess.  Too much running around without direction.

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