In your time of need,
You always seem to be alone,
No one to hug or to hold,
No one to shelter you, from the freezing cold.
The people you need all disappear
Into distant memories,
That you hold so dear.
They drift away,
You just can’t seem to grasp them just right.
Running through your fingers you try to hold them tight.
But you can’t stop it.
You lose all your grip
You try to collect them,
You try to be quick.
You try to fight for them
But lose sight of the light.
The punches come fast and plenty,
Then you're left in the ring,
They all have gone and it's empty.
Frankie Stones
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-of-need-2/
