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

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