Reaching
Reaching
Reaching
The hand reaches for me
For anything
Groping for a hold
For anything
For some scrap of life to hold onto
To believe in
Reaching
Reaching
Reaching
Reaching out for a hold
Anything
Aching, crying out
It won’t hold much longer
Grasping for me
Or anyone
Reaching
Reaching
Reaching
Pleading for life
I touch the hand
I hold
But sweaty fingers slip through mine
Sliding
Falling into the abyss below
Reaching
Reaching
Reaching
I know he is gone
But still I reach for him
Reaching
Reaching
Reaching
Too late
Gone
Reaching
Reaching
Reaching
My fault
All my fault
My turn
Reaching
Reaching
Reaching
Falling
Falling
Falling
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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