SOMETHING PRIMAL

I​​​ was holding on, tightly

Fighting for survival

This is what happens;

When predators stalk

When they take what they want

And then, they walk

Holding on tightly, to what was left

I knew it wasn't over

I just wanted it to stop

To end, I wanted closer

But each and every time;

The predator came to stalk

There wasn't much left to hold unto

Before he decided to walk

I was holding on, tightly

To something so primal

If I've lost all chance, for love and trust

Why am I holding on, to survival