I'm walking across a tightrope,
That's ten thousand feet high,
Clinging to the edge of a cliff,
Afraid I'll slip and die,
Holding on to a string of barbed wire,
With a deep, black pit below,
A lose-lose situation,
Can't hold on, can't let go.
I've locked myself inside,
So no one can get in,
But now I've trapped myself,
I know I'll never win.
I'm walking through the darkness,
Arms forward, so I don't fall,
Blindfolded on a tightrope,
Unaware of what's below.
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Poem / Commercial Fiction
Book / Young Adult
Poem / Poetry
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