You fall into recesses
Of your self-injurious mind
Head-over-heels, self-loathing for what?
Again
You've a hand encumbered
With the grasp I engage
To hold you just short of Hell
Yet again
Dangling above the abyss
My five loving fingers
Struggle to save, determined
Again...
...because I'd go there with you
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Gerard DiLeo
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Comments (9)
This tugs at my heart, especially the first stanza. ⚡💙⚡
What a powerfully poignant poem. Brilliant in its depth and meaning.
Oooo, this was absolutely profound! So well done!
The fellowship of suffering is love indeed! Great poem, Gerard!
Brilliant! reminds me of the movie Bedazzled - he kept wishing for something else!
Wow, Gerard. This is so. freaking. awesome. This is beautiful.
Brilliant, and that last line makes it twice as good again!
Oh my, that ending. Fabulous!
Wow. Gerard...this is even more incredible than the other entry I read. Fine work, sir, sublime!