A Rope
Thoughts
Like dancers
Moving through my mind.
Sleep and peace,
I wish that I could find.
Sadness and fear,
A Darkness I can feel.
An exhaustion, a pain
I imagine it's not real.
Thoughts,
Like dancers
Moving through my mind,
A past, a failure,
Something I leave behind.
A future, a glimmer
A hope I dare not hope.
For those dancers
They dance
Tethered to a rope.
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Copyright © Ali K | Year Posted 2017
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