I lay here,
Naked and empty.
My soul bare,
and my only sentry.
I’m waiting for my bed to swallow me whole,
But I’m yet to ascend in to the black hole.
Though I see the dancing glimmer of hope,
As she trudges along this tightrope,
Quivering on the balance between high and low.
Like the flickers of that from a candle,
Her glimmer start to grow dimmer, watching is hard to handle...
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Author:
Dakota Kanisha (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 21st, 2019 12:20
- Comment from author about the poem: Interpretations on this would be amazing to hear. Hopefully you will see the links with the term ‘hope’.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Wonderful, I love it
Thanks for your kind words 🙂
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