holding on for so long
trying so hard to stay strong
fingers locked in a tight grip
slowly, slowly they start to slip
suddenly no longer in control
onward life continues to roll
feeble grasp is broken loose
imminent surrender a tightening noose
tumbling, falling so far down
an ocean of despair in which to drown
the fall is blissful time in empty space
crash landing in reality is a smack in the face
tired, weary, losing hope
can't seem to find a way to cope
closing out the world so well
all anyone will find is an empty shell