Losing My Grip

Joel's voice blasting through my speakers,
Tells me to hold on if I feel like letting go
As I desperately try to grasp for life
That seems to be slipping away
Faster than the speed of light and sound
It feels as if my hands are slick with oil
As I try to grip onto the little life that still rests in the palm of my hand.
At any moment it could slide through the oil filled spaces of my fingers
So easily
The spaces remain wide open
As oil slowly gushes through
And my grip loosens on the bar of life.
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**The first line of this poem refers to the song "Hold On" by Good Charlotte, lead singer Joel Madden.