Reaching For You
When I’m stuck
In the dreary dirt below
In the void that echoes
In the deepest pit of mud
In the coldest cave
In the darkest abyss
In the vast nothingness
In the somber storm
In the deafening silence
In the dismal darkness
In the dreadful loneliness
In the melancholy of heartache
It is your hand I reach for
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.04.20.14.56.53@345NYC