Perseverance Of Clasp

Its not over,
Its not over yet.
Still have clasp,
on the infinity rope.
loosening my grip over it,
as the manacles around my ankles,
pulling me to the dark,
Now my soul is in fetter again.
But not this time,
its not over,its not over yet.
back and forth motion,
produces heat.
flames appear in between the grip,
but determined of holding it, till my last breath.
Its not over,
Its not over,
Its not over yet.

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