How many times
Do you expect me to pull you
Pull you back from that ledge
That precipice slick in tears
Tears of unfounded fears
Fears that make you jump
But I don't let you
I dig my fingers deep into your flesh and hold on
Even as my reward is your wrath
Flaying me
Draining me
Convicting me
But again I hold on
I hold onto you another time
But another time
I might just let you go
YOU ARE READING
EXPOSED
PoetryA peak behind the curtains, The stripping of the facade, Let's peak inside my head, And prepare to be awed... ;-) Photo is of Lake Nakuru in Kenya.
