Rope burns

by Chelsey   Feb 7, 2012


Tell me, do you feel it?
Rope burns on your hand
from sliding down the braided twine,
where a knot once stopped us-
from hitting rock bottom.

Butterflies and ear to ear smiles
have turned into exact opposites-
nausea and heavy sighs

Fighting fair has become a struggle
Bags under our eyes from lack of sleep
Heavy chested from lack of oxygen-
exhaustion making it hard to breathe
Tell me; are you sick of it yet??

Getting nowhere, going in circles
Agree to disagree is not an option...

However, I'm at the end darling
I'm dangling by a strand
One last grasp, my palms are red
Will you pull me up and heal us?

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  • 12 years ago

    by Wicked Ways

    Wow, that was an amazing poem and definitely intense i agree with that, I like the title, didn't know what to expect, but I really loved the poem that I opened up to . . . it's a sad poem, but your metaphor is awesome in the first stanza about the rope and the knot that stopped you from sliding all the way down, and then perfectly ending the poem with a last attempt and trying to fix it, by saying, will you pull me up and heal us. . . very good poem :)

  • 12 years ago

    by East Poetry

    Excellent poem... and an amazing vent of your frustrations. Don't you love how poetry can be a venting station, it is for me. I really liked how you used the concept of the rope and burning hands to describe the progression of things and the knot at the end as a last attempt to stop the madness. the metaphors and words you use in your poetry to me is top notch.

  • 12 years ago

    by Ronel McCarthy

    Great piece about life .

  • 12 years ago

    by L

    This poem reminded me of the song slowly dancing in a burning room.. Or something like that.Haha I'm nor good at remembering song titles.

    I like the creative idea, and the way you kept the reader into this piece.

  • 12 years ago

    by Ms Happiness

    Wow so creative, I like the metaphors.
    I love this poem:) 5/5