I only hold on
To the little things
Like scars
And skin
Because the important things
Are always
Less definite.
I only hold on
To cold
And pain
And stand outside in pouring rain
Because it gives me something to feel
That isn't
Just
Sad.
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PoetryCompletely uncensored thoughts and observations, about most anything. Non Fiction #87 // Poetry #193 © Papyruspoet 2014.