A Struggle for life

Grasping hold of this light

In throes of death

knuckles white

Must hold on

Must keep up this fight

for if I don't I will slip away

forever lost in night

The pain pours in

Blinding my sight

Can't breath but I must win

My chest is tight

Darkness starts creeping in

I push it away with all my might

Must not fall, must stand tall

I focus all of my anger and all my spite

Fear can be fought, I'll stay here

if I wish to get through this plight

eventually Death will make a mistake

no matter how slight

Grasping hold tighter the light

Death will have to grip

knuckles turning white


Thanks to Beast and Dragons2801 for their helpful suggestions:hattip:

The finished work is always more beautiful than the some of its parts.

this is a great poem tho. and the balance between the struggle of life and death gives it a deeper meaning than you might gather on your first read.