By one strand, I dangle in mid-air
Holding on to life as my clenched hand tremors with fear
Slipping away, that one thread of hope escapes me
And runs through me though I hold on in quiet desperation
Never before had life been so sweet
Until that moment I'm hanging from the edge
Intensely, each memory flashes through me
A shooting star that illuminates the whole sky
Bursting into a thousand subtle colors
For only a moment
Returning to darkness the next.
The last thread snaps
And my world turns black once more
Author notes
I've been searching and sprucing up old poems on my computer lately, and I found this one from late august 07. It's quite dark but kind of pretty .
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