it slips from my fingers
as i chase after it,
grasping onto it tighter with all i have,
my strength depleting vastly,
but as soon as i regain it back,
clutching it within my arms close to my chest,
i want to release it out voluntarily.
it slips from my fingers
as i chase after it,
grasping onto it tighter with all i have,
my strength depleting vastly,
but as soon as i regain it back,
clutching it within my arms close to my chest,
i want to release it out voluntarily.
Poetry
Poetry
Poetry