Tightrope

I’m on the rope

The rope taught tight

I see it snake

Then out of sight

I’m on the rope

My feet clenched tight

I daren’t look down

Afraid of flight

I’m on the rope

I’m tired and weak

My shadow in front

It’s him that I seek

I’m on the rope

Above a dark hole

I struggle for balance

I look for my soul

I’m on the rope

I try not to fall

Can you hear my shout

Can you hear my call

©karltearney