Slip, Please

Slip, please?

I’m high up on a slider
I can’t get a grip
I’m slipping, but
I manage to hang on.
I don’t know how
I should plummet
But I’m stuck and then I slide
A little and stop
The more I look down
The less fear I have.
I’m looking forward 
To the drop. To hitting
The ground. I no longer
Want to try, to climb
To maintain the struggle
Even though the end’s
Unknown, below me.
I let go,
I dangle
I should be in free-fall
But I’m stuck
The torture continues.
I’m high up on a slider
I can’t get a grip…

David Cox 28/03/22
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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