I tried
I really did tried
I held on
To the thought
To that hope
That you will return
What is mine
Will come back to me
I tried
I really did tried
When the hope was slipping
I held on tight
I was Pulled
Pushed, thrown
On the stones
I bled
It ached
But I held on
What was mine
How can I let go
Like a wild horse
It tried to break the hope
That only rope
In my weak gripe
You will return
I need to wait
So what if it hurts
So what if heart bleeds
Whats mine
I won't let go
More I tried
Farther you drifted
With a slap I woke up
What am I holding
Its just a hope
A broken hope
You have made up your mind
A decision
A commitment
Its already over
What then ? am I holding
I see my hands
I see my aching, bleeding hands
I see my empty hands
© AK
Nov 13, 2013
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