Grasp

Clawing the cliff edge
Disturbing the dirt
Around and around
I feel the Earth.

The canyon of chasm
Filled with only air
The deep pit of remorse
Lays my soul bare.

The sinister roots
Lose their deep home
My nails are filled
With soil to the bone.

My fingers, fatigued
My hand, exhausted
But if I let go
The space, accosted.

Dip below the horizon
The sun setting now
With no visible grip
Only a tangible how.

Radiant darkness
The stars dot the sky
One, two, and three
There my fate lies.

Reviews

[LisaCarol]

While I’ve never rock climbed, I do live near mountains where I watch rock climbers in amazement. I enjoyed this poem just as much. Thank you for sharing your writing.

[Hallow]

I never have either. This was meant more metaphorically, but I'm glad it reminded you of them. Thank you!