A Thread
“I’m hanging by a thread,” she said.
“I can’t go on. What can I do?"
He simply looked at her, eyes dead.
“I’m hanging by a thread,” she said.
He would not speak. Her haunting dread -
now with the stone cold silence - grew.
“I’m hanging by a thread,” she said.
“I can’t go on. What can I do?”
For Paula Swanson's "Thread" Poetry Contest
and for PD's Broken Heart Contest because times like these, PD,
we feel like we are hanging by a thread.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
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