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Sep 2017
I’m holding onto
the abused child
who used to
play in realms
of fairytales,
myths, legends,
comics
movies, tv shows,
and books.

I’m holding onto
the ones I long to
reunite with,
dead people
I still miss,
ghosts who painfully
wake me
from sleep,
crying.

I’m holding onto
the guy I always
wanted to be
stronger, more creative,
more compassionate
more patient,
more giving,
and a more intelligent
self-sacrificing gentleman.
Despite how easy it would be
to be greedy and deceive
I always strive to be
a better version of me.

I’m Holding on to
a silver sliver
Of slimmer hope
that glimmers
in the distance,
just a small chance
at a romance
with someone
I’ve loved
for almost twenty years.

I’m holding onto
slightly subdued
versions of dreams
I used to dream
for me
and all humanity.

Till, the end
I am holding onto
my friends
and this one life
we all get to live,
cause I’m not waiting
for the sequel
that is supposed to be
coming after this.
Graff1980
Written by
Graff1980  40/M/Litchfield Illinois
(40/M/Litchfield Illinois)   
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