She,
Climbed upon the wall
Pondered,
Upon into the yonder;
One step at a time,
a drop of sweat,
a second each-
Hope ticking within.
.
little of a parapet;
abundance of wires;
Barbed upon-
rinocheting thorns, sculpted.
Each footfall,
Shreiking of insanity.
.
Her scaffolding-
Averaged upon the hinge,
Refusing to halt.
The gale of hope shall straighten the sails.
One last imersion,
Piranhas and eggshells-
And there shall be the sun
At the end of the tunnel.
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Mirror Of Me | Poetry ✔
Poetry[a poetry collection] a dance to the fleeting emotions, notes to the music of life, a story of everything felt and told yet still, so many stories; so very untold. Of nights spent in solace of people so much more. Rankings: 🥇#poetry...
