Hanging On

no scrap of wrestle left inside and the battle remains

the same each morning in and all night out of peace

rock bottom ground control on empty remote chance

that this too shall pass in lost resolve of moving on


	getting out of bed leaves a struggle


pajamas drenched in sweat and tears of vacant promises

bottom with deep sores of apathy and motionless arrest

tied to inertia and its evil stagnant imposition on a ghost

in search of anything worthwhile to rescue from the bones


	brushing teeth a swedge too hard to heed


darkness leaves a forlorn trace of self-negating shadows

curtains drawn at the interface of death apart from living

random rays of sunlight blind weary eyes that saw enough

contrast of mangy soullessness with manic delirious craze


	one more thought too much to bear


the heroine can’t lick her oozing wounds at risk of drowning

ear drums burst from constant onslaught of crescendo’s call

the double bladed tongue of reason scrapes lips and excoriation

and yet reception is on auto pilot and the dial of feeling stuck


	emotion hurts any sensation on repeat


multiple voices offer an affray of inconsequential shouting

accuse betray condense deceive reflect guilt anger angst and shame

who would not admire the brave courage to brace the screaming pain

to endure and tolerate the injustices abuse neglect and evil spiral


	while the clasp of nothingness prevails


just then he gently wipes her brow and plants a tender patient kiss

one gesture of love contains more compassion than a hundred words

and quietly they suffer together the difference kindness can make

the greatest struggles never see the light of public dispensation


	and she replies in whispers I love you too my dear friend


08th March 2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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March 8, 2021 at 11:30 AM
Hello Kai Michael Neumann, this poem reads to me as a romance. Well done my friend. Enjoy your day my friend.
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