Desperation

I scrabble 
I scrabble, clutching the lines, 
clasping the white,
gasping, gasping, 
dropping greasy beads that roll,
roll away.

I scrape, 
I scrape, stretching to catch hold, 
grasping the surface,
trying, trying, 
pinpoint the goal with my eye, 
and miss.
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