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I let go only in attempt to hold on more tightly

my sordid self I rarely take lightly

I walk the damp corridors of my pinched soul nightly

and many times what I see is most unsightly

so much despair is still buried so deep

and the harder and deeper I dig

the more I seem to artistically reap

so many eyes into my screaming soul I

carelessly let peep

for what I feel I must give into

the price I pay is so steep

at the door of that close to heaven

I quietly wait and weep

I ask though not with words

when will it be my turn to leap

anger lays around me in a milky puddle

like a pool of dead sheep

and I slowly lose my sanity as I drift softly

off to sleep

( written Sept 3, 1991 am)