False Start
With heart strings taut,
I am hanging on the edge of instinct,
precariously dangling far above,
the rocky sea of rejection,
whose undertow is strong and deep,
and the wind blows swiftly,
heart strings,
stretching, stretching stretching heart stings,
snap.
Copyright © Ian Kilfoil | Year Posted 2011
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