I feel like by the edge of a cliff.
Thick ropes tied by my stomach,
Stopping my fall leading to death.
These days, I feel that some of it snapped
Or slowly wearing down.
These are the ones that are visible to me.
How about some of the ropes that seem invisible to me?
YOU ARE READING
late night poems
Poetryhad insomnia, can't sleep, don't want to start, do, or finish homework? wrote a poem. sometimes prompts. sometimes with music. maybe would help me. maybe not. random thoughts. 3 am. rain. sad playlist. expressing self.
