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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
Baited 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.

Copyright © Amy Sullivan | Year Posted 2017

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  1. Date: 4/29/2017 3:37:00 PM

    wow, that was a real RIDE for the reader as well as the main character. Keep the verses coming, Light & Love
  1. Date: 4/29/2017 5:09:00 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!
  1. Date: 4/28/2017 8:54:00 AM

    My pleasure, in fact it's worth a second read.
  1. Date: 4/26/2017 2:03:00 PM

    A profound and creative writing dear Amy! A 7 from me!
  1. Date: 4/25/2017 7:45:00 PM

    A disturbing piece intoxicatingly rendered!
  1. Date: 4/24/2017 5:19:00 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
  1. Date: 4/21/2017 2:26:00 PM

    Wow, very sad and the thought of a barbed tightrope is just punishing. Nice job.
  1. Date: 4/21/2017 11:39:00 AM

    Hi Amy, wow , powerful write sad end your use of the dictionary creates such a beautiful peace :)) hugs from Ireland going your way
  1. Date: 4/21/2017 7:56:00 AM

    Way creative write here, Amy! And I can relate to the manic voices too! Is this about someone with cyclothymia?
  1. Date: 4/20/2017 2:13:00 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.

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