Hold on

by Jack Nightengale   Jul 14, 2024


I climb the mountain with no safety line,
Hanging by fingernails out of my mind.
I step with consideration,
But each movement is made in moderation.

A rope is dropped just above me,
But the night is dark and I can't see.
Muscles are fatigued and I let go,
I struggle, I reach, but there is no rope to show.

Down, I fall past the clouds and the trees,
I fallout for anything, anyone to hear my screams,
I plummet into the darkness below,
I close my eyes and just let go.

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