Of A Dire Height

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


My situation, it feels quite dire.

Submitted: August 01, 2018

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Swoop me off my feet

Lifting off the rock

Echoes through the canyon

Drowned by the splash of another drop

 

Of water, my face it hits

With a dull ache it spreads

Nothing too severe, I hope

I feel it turning red

 

My face, I face a different threat

I dangle in the air

Holding onto metal rings

My fingertips enough to keep me there

I can use my strength to pull me higher

My situation, it feels quite dire

 

Time can only waste while I delay

I devise a plan and from it I’ll not stray

I’ll plant my feet to either side

Squat in the air up high

 

I don’t care what a sight I create

I am too concerned with my fate

For if I should fall, it shall be a gruesome end

There’ll be little of me remaining to the grave to send


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