The Grip

The Grip

A Poem by Tabitha Marie

            Doth shall not know that the hearts of a midnight breeze can not be shattered unto by those of the day


            A beauty unknown, not to be reckoned, with beckons for the touch of another again, for only that can quench her, that only can feed a gnawing want in the eyes of this unsanctionable love


            Just to burden that of a greater need, only to be buried below an exquisite sight of grace to be wondered


           Night shall leave again and you will be broken, releasing the grip that she once had on you, a grip that only temporarily subsides, leaving you bound to its will forever.

© 2011 Tabitha Marie

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Added on February 18, 2011
Last Updated on February 18, 2011


Tabitha Marie
Tabitha Marie


I'm a pretty simple person, with a complex life. Don't try to figure me out, because I can't even figure myself out. I love to write, expression is what I'm all about. I'll write about anything, life,.. more..