Another random spur-of-the-moment poem! Looking back, most of my best ones are... :D
Tightrope
One foot after the other,
Beyond that, nothing but air.
My life depending on the rope,
And what's on either side.
A monotonous but perilous life,
Every breeze can be the end of me,
Even the passing bird proposing death.
Only looking ahead,
Afraid to look back or down.
Simply willing myself to move,
To keep my feet pacing.
Sometimes I want to stop inching along,
Wishing for nothing but to swan-dive down
into nothing. Just to do something.
It flickers through my mind,
That I could do something
out of the ordinary.
Not always put one foot in front of the other.
I dread what awaits at the end of the rope.
It could be my personal heaven, or my very own
hell. Or maybe even something in between.
Maybe the end isn't worth it.
Not worth the journey,
But I keep going anyway,
One foot after another.
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How is it?
