Amy Sullivan Poet Free verse

The Tightrope

The barbed tightrope sways menacingly
The imperceptible border separating
A chaotic world from
Inevitable peaceful sleep

She runs without trepidation
Bloodied, stained and scarred bare feet
Immune to the flesh eating jagged edges
Slivers of her soul left at every piercing blade

Leaps powered by her blatant disregard for life
Unfazed by her own inflicted sway
Thoughtless to the potential plummeting
Life or death

Escaping manic voices
Echoing from the depths of 
A lunatic mind
A despairing heart
A tragedy riddled soul

Wisps of hope begin to snake beside her
                                             An alluring path
                                                                 A mirage of dreams

Stillness overwhelms
Bated breath
Mesmerizing foolish belief 
Past lessons forgot
Temptation triumphing 
Over resistant faith

Lured into the pretense
                                     Arms reach out in desperation
                                              Fingertips barely grasping the fast fading hope
Mad laughter echoing from the mouths of the illusionists

The onward chase of hope as it turns to dust
Ripples of violent swaying beneath her feet
Voices encircling
A sprint driven by 
The divine hunger for the seemingly last remnants of happiness

Leaping into nothingness
Delusional enlightened hope
Only a mirror of her heart’s desires
A mere reflection of her pleading tears
 
Misjudgment 	
Condemnation
Failure
Sentenced

                                   And with flailing arms she falls
                                     The tightrope gone forever.

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Elizabeth Kinch June 17, 2017 at 11:42 AM A crazy, scary, creative write Amy, marvellously executed.

Connie Marcum Wong May 31, 2017 at 5:17 AM Wow, a mind grasping to hold on to reality, yet spiraling out of control! Such visceral images penetrate the compassionate heart Amy. This is so well written! Magnificent! 7 ; ) Amy Sullivan June 12, 2017 at 6:18 AM Thank you for the wonderful feedback Connie. Really means a lot! :)

Debbie Guzzi April 29, 2017 at 3:37 PM wow, that was a real RIDE for the reader as well as the main character. Keep the verses coming, Light & Love Amy Sullivan June 12, 2017 at 6:17 AM Thank you so much Debbie. I really appreciate it. Love, Amz x

Darren White April 29, 2017 at 5:09 AM Thank you for commenting on my poem, thus enabling me to find your work :) In different ways, with different words, we seem to explore the same subject here, and yes, I read your words in the comments below. Great poem! Amy Sullivan April 29, 2017 at 5:15 AM I enjoyed reading your work Darren. Thanks for taking the time to read mine and thanks for the feedback. Much appreciated. :)

Richard Lamoureux April 28, 2017 at 8:54 AM My pleasure, in fact it's worth a second read. Amy Sullivan April 28, 2017 at 9:00 AM honoured that you feel it's worth a second read. Thanks so much Richard. :)

Demetrios Trifiatis April 26, 2017 at 2:03 PM A profound and creative writing dear Amy! A 7 from me! Amy Sullivan April 27, 2017 at 1:21 AM Thanks so much Demetrios. I really appreciate your great feedback :)

Richard Lamoureux April 25, 2017 at 7:45 PM A disturbing piece intoxicatingly rendered! Amy Sullivan April 25, 2017 at 11:47 PM Thanks for taking the time to read my work Richard! :)

Sara Kendrick April 24, 2017 at 5:19 PM Very descriptive and expressive work that is filled with emotion..Wouldn't want to be on that tightrope..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara Amy Sullivan April 25, 2017 at 1:02 AM Thank you Sara. I really appreciate the feedback :)

White Wolf April 21, 2017 at 7:56 AM Way creative write here, Amy! And I can relate to the manic voices too! Is this about someone with cyclothymia? Amy Sullivan April 21, 2017 at 8:11 AM Thank you White Wolf. Not necessarily. I prefer the reader to take from my work what they want to or need to, depending on how one relates to it. :)

Chris Green April 20, 2017 at 2:13 PM Amy, this was a very creative and deep piece of writing. It leaves me asking, was she better off falling or should she have hung on to this barbed wire lifeline that seemed to cause as much pain as it sounds like it would. Which fate plays better in the end? This was really cool, I enjoyed reading this today. Thanks so much for sharing. Amy Sullivan April 21, 2017 at 1:09 AM Hi Chris. Thanks for the great feedback, it is much appreciated. Perhaps the tightrope is all in her head or perhaps it's just her pathway with obstacles along the way. It is up to the reader to decide which way she falls, either into life or into death. Perhaps she feels sentenced either way? Maybe its her own delusion and the only thing below her is in fact life. Food for thought. :) I am really glad that you enjoyed it!