I can’t get another try
but I fathom the fact of
holding on.

I hold on
and
hold on.

I keep slipping away,
It doesn’t matter.

I’ll shout as loud as I can.
It won’t matter.

Nothing will matter.

I’m done and
all these things I’ve done
are just a thing of the past.

Help me out.

I’ve got nothing to hold on to.