My head is high in the clouds
I'm up a hundred feet in the air
Nothing but a thin wire beneath my feet
But I still got no cares
I'm treading through broken glass
But I haven't yet cut my feet
I'm running through a fire with gasoline
But I am uneffected by the heat
There's three rules to living life on the edge
Don't look back, and don't look down
Even when there's nothing but a wire beneath your feet
Never give up, and live on the ground
And remember to that balancing stick
Keep your grip real tight
You will never survive the highwire, broken glass or fire
Without your guiding light
Although if you are not careful
To your death you could fall,
But without a little risk,
Life would be nothing at all.
A contest entry
- Walking The High Wire Of Poetry by CarolDesjarlais.
1200 points, ended May 16, 8 entries
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Comments
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Good ideas here, although, it does not quite fit the free verse. Remember show show show not tell tell tell. Thank you for entering!
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