An abyss
Much too deep
To climb out of
Ropes of gold
Much too weak
For the weight my soul bears
And platinum ones
Blinding the light
Only ropes of hope
Will lift this weight
Nonexistent ropes of hope
~N
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Waves
PoetryThese waves can only be painted with the brush of words, the people only being washed away in this unfathomable sea. ~N [#5 in Poetry on 8/2/18]
