You fall into recesses
Of your self-injurious mind
Head-over-heels, self-loathing for what?
Again
You've a hand encumbered
With the grasp I engage
To hold you just short of Hell
Yet again
Dangling above the abyss
My five loving fingers
Struggle to save, determined
Again...
...because I'd go there with you
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
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My substrack at https://substack.com/@drdileo
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