:: Holding On ::
There is just no feeling on my lip
Plain and mundane
Going through the motions
I am thinking I am letting it slip
No matter how many times I tell myself
That it will grow better
Like a balloon with a twig prick
I rise to the sky and fall back with a clatter
It hurts still; the hurt still growing
Will I see better times ahead?
I know there’s no use bellowing
Despite all the demons in the air
Fungating the air with the darkest gloom
I hold strong for I believe
I believe in faith
Faith-willing I will never leave
Hamid
27 February 2006
0147H
