The Hollow Grip

​Can't let go of all I hold ,

Stuck on a breath I can’t let go.

All my life I’ve held this loose,

Until I got nothing to lose.


​Canyon opening in my chest,

A static sound that does not know rest.

The wide-open sky with air sucked out,

The kind of end we don't talk about.


​I finally let the anchor go—

Just to find how deep "nothing" goes.

A heavy dark I’ve come to know,

With nowhere left for the ghost to go.


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