I am balancing with too much weight.
Leaning back and forth like a teeter-totter.
Starting to wonder why I carry this.
Go to far and I will collapse.
Leaning back and forth like a teeter-totter.
I can handle this.
Go to far and I will collapse.
The sea below me is black like tar.
I can handle this.
My footsteps are slow and ponderous.
The sea below me is black like tar.
Dark and thick has my wearying eyes shudder.
My footsteps are slow and ponderous.
Grey skies are staring me down.
Dark and thick has my wearying eyes shudder.
A simple push and I will tumble.
Grey skies are staring me down.
I am balancing with too much weight.
A simple push and I will tumble.
Starting to wonder why I carry this.
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Author:
M.B (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 11th, 2020 00:02
- Category: Reflection
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