Holding On

Posted by akhandsi on June 15, 2018 · Leave a Comment

Always, always its the same

A hunger so desperate, but a crumb so thin

The dire need to run on broken limbs

Warmth of a few threads and strings

Holding on to the humanity with crumbled dreams

Why can’t it be simple

A life of dream

A life of sense

Steps of hope and countless things.

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