Death Grip

I Have A Death Grip On This Broken Heart

Hoping Someone will Fix The Pieces

I Let Them Go Slowly Hoping Someone Will Catch Them

Then Oneday I Find Someone Beneath Picking Up The Little Shards

I Yell Down To Him What Are You Doing?

He Replys I Am Going To Make Everything Better

Hoping That He Is Right About That

I Drop Another Piece

He Reaches Out To Grab It

When He Caught It A Smile Went Across My Face

I Knew Things Would Get Better

And They Have

The Death Grip On The Shards Wasn't A Death Grip Anymore

Yet I Was Jus Holding Them Out To Him

Poetry by Brooke Michelle
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Written on 2008-12-31 at 08:31

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Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
excellent metaphors, symbolic language and imagery. nice work!