I feel like I’m talking to “Stranger”.
There’s a sense of impending danger.
My mind breathes caution into my words.
Guarding like a shepherd tending to herds.
It feels like balancing on a tight rope.
Is there a safety net at the bottom? I hope.
Dangling on the edge, hanging by tread.
These wounds have bleed.
I try to empty thoughts from my head.
For if this continues what I cherish will be dead.
Heavy be this heart
As light fades, it stands in the dark.
What are the words to say that will conjure a spark?
Where is the trail I must venture? Quickly I’ll embark.
How do you hold on to something that is slipping through your fingers?
Heart breaking is the feeling when the one thing dearest to you lingers?
Is it a rose or a bouquet?
Dreadful be these days of dismay.
What do I have to do to make you stay?