A thin line lies ahead
Dirty lies push me to the edge
Expectations ‘round my neck
Rules chain me to the ground
The wind howls in my ear
The rope tightens ‘round my neck
I close my eyes and breathe
Struggling I take a step forward
YOU ARE READING
tacenda: a book of poems
Randomtacenda (n.) -things better left unsaid... so I write them down, instead. just a bunch of poems i made. cover made by me
