The grasping hand reaching for only a glimpse of Hope
It closes, only to grab at air and descend
Sanity spiraling along with the body they were given   No hope
An endless free-fall that leads to nowhere
Breath escaping from my chest in short exhales,     Still hoping
That maybe the end will reach my heart soon
My diaphragm soon stops moving, giving up on          All hope
But at the last second I'm picked up
The fall stopped by a hand grasping mine,  feeling       Hope