There is a rope
It begins to fray
Falls more apart
Each day
See each strand curl
It's coming undone
There's no ground beneath you
Nowhere to run
You call out to the shadows
No echo calls back
Darkness surrounds
All the dark that you lack
Your only company is a rope
A rope that starts to fray
You fall a little more apart
Each day
YOU ARE READING
Stxff
PoetryMy poems suck. They are here to show others that their poems do not suck as much as mine. Thank you.
