I’ve been holding on tightly for dear
death,
holding on tightly for fear of what’s next,
holding on tight as I can,
but here
I g-
am gone,
before I had time to cry,
“Hold on,”
change my mind, or stall
‘til the end of time,
before I could offer myself a comfy,
death permitting
countdown.
Alphabet Ravine 
“…holding on tightly for dear death.” What an opening line. I could feel this one deeply.
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