Grab it! (Poem)

His hand slipped through the crevice,
Grasping for something.
Exhausted – broken, he struggled on.
Air – gasping. Body- shaking. Heart – breaking.
He grasped, and grabbed and pulled,
For anything:
Soft
Numb
Relief.
Nothing; everytime.
He kept trying; vainly hoping.
He kept grasping at nothing.
It hurt.
It bleed.
It killed him.
He grabbed from the grave,
He never stopped.
He was entitled to happiness too.
And deep in that crevice;
He grabbed it.
And that was all he needed
To pull him through.