Hold on, Dear life. One more time

2025 Feb 16 See all posts

One more time.
Hold on, old friend.
We’ve had our share of fleeting joys.
But sorry wouldn't be enough.

I got it this time, I thought.
Yet, here we are again.
I thought I had it this time.
Yet, here we are again.

I searched but found nothing.
"What will we eat tomorrow?" you ask.

Our last scraps are fading fast.
My hands are tied.

I am tired.
There’s no tapping out.

I long for someone to blame.
Who do I blame?

There he is. You, I blame.
But you are me.

We are bound, you and I.
Hold on, old friend—
Just one more night.

E.B