Almanac Poetry: ‘Grip’ – Tommy Mallet





He wants to die,

but his body’s too tough,

the old gumboot.

He’s wanted to die for months.

All that’s left is a glazed, heavy-lidded stare,

his grip.

It was the one thing he always had,

when all words failed.


Strength to hold. To draw you in.

To catch your eye, lovingly,

in his.





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  1. Nice stuff, Tommy

  2. Kieran Dempsey says

    ‘The Grip’ really worked for me.

    I liked this poem very much

    well written Tommy

  3. Malby Dangles says

    Great work keep em coming. Nice illustration too.

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