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by Jersey D Gibson

Had a time getting over this
Broke my will over yours.
Feelings fought and conquered
Grabbed at ledges and yet still fell.

Simple things lead to destructive means
And I’ve gone and lost it all again.
Every time I make a fist
I dash my hopes on the ground.

Lost my breath waiting for you
Diagrams lead me astray.
Hold me tight I’m losing grip
How fast can I really fall?

Take time to tell lies
And it seems I’m wrong all the time.
Every time I close my fist
I crush my dreams in my grip.

Killing time by counting seconds
The hours just sit and waste away.
Bring back bad memories just for spite
Kick me on the ground once again.

Need defines the name of greed
And I got nothing left to my name.
Every time I use my fist
I’m punching though the fragile things.

08/06/2007

Posted on 08/06/2007
Copyright © 2024 Jersey D Gibson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 08/06/07 at 05:52 AM

This goes beyond imagery and song with a brilliant intensity. There's a brave intimacy and honesty here, and the last line hits home, memorable and stunning.

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/07/07 at 01:09 AM

Powerful imagery and powerfully delivered. Your emphasis, fist, pulls in focus to the depths of human emotion, all the way to the last fragile ink. This poem is impossible not to remember.

Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 08/09/07 at 06:00 PM

This is very visual and a strong message throughout. I like the how you repeat and emphasis your theme Fist...it packs a punch that is gut wrenching emotion and raw. smh

Posted by Matthew Sharp on 07/18/14 at 02:43 PM

passionate... even the most delicate hand can become a destructive fist... nicely expressed:)

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