I hold on to a hope so hopeless
Walking a tunnel with no light at its edge
I venture into a journey of darkness
The dark darkens with each step I take
And like a rope with rotting fibres
I break at the seams, second by second
Eventually, it snaps! So does everything in me
But I hold on to the piece of the rotting rope
Afraid of the emptiness that hovers if I let go
- Author: [email protected] ( Offline)
- Published: July 11th, 2022 14:06
- Comment from author about the poem: For when living feels like a task.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 6
Comments1
(an important message
thanks for sharing)
'just gotta, reach
for a better, grip
time-n-again
never, give in...!'
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