my life

I hold on to my life,

I grab it by the throat.

I squeeze it so hard,

That my life starts to choke.

The good things I have,

I don’t want to let go.

So I hold them even tighter,

An illusion of control.

The more stuff that I gain,

The more life that I get,

The more I am afraid,

Of losing all of it.

So I spend all my time,

Tightening my grip.

All the while killing,

This life that I live.