Desperation is a sliding tear
A world abounding with hounds and fear
It is a question that scalds your soul
Temptation that comes too high a toll
It is a child beating fists on a floor
A sinking room with a bolted door
It is a sculpture amid scattered shards
A broken body on iron bars
When you fall, it’s a grasp at severed ropes
When you rise, it’s “what if”s and silent hopes
It is drowning in shadow and ice
It is clutching at sand and crying:
“Hold tight!”

