here I am- just barely
hanging on a string
sewn together
by my bleeding fingers
holding on by just
a linger...
crimson ribbon
tied, knotted to my
last resort.
a whisper,
a silhouette
to the hands of time
I thought were mine.
threads of my rope
knitted by lost hope
withered like a rose
that barely grows.
grasping for air, life
to shelter
my broken dreams
unraveling from
the seams.
drowning deeper
under my head.
just barely
hanging by
a thread...