I walk along a tightrope above a deep cravass My mental state is jaded and I often think it crass You often strike the wire to make me stop and tremble I steady my nerves with liquid courage to make me lithe and nimble
As I balance the pole to assist me in my crossing You wave to distract often without thinking of my being The journey is to cross over and back and return with a prize Has succombed to only wanting to reach safety in my panic stricken eyes
With forthought of my duties and needs of preservation I deteminedly press onward for honour and family dedication No prize is worth winning should it end in my imminent demise My mind is now focused to do what I am able without tradgedy or surprise
Focused on my goal and not the objects of your fascination I press onward to simply cross to the other side with anticipation Slidding soft toed leather shoes and moving at my own true pace I slowly get beyond your reach with my own goals and challenges to face
As I approach the other side you still shout above the crowd The prize gradually grows irrelevant as your desires I've disallowed You'll soon learn to achieve your own precious prizes and agendas I've finally reached solace and you'll have to get your own damn club sodas
Hi, boyshchrm6, Quite lyrical, this poem captures well the emotional struggle between anticipation and trepidation on the walk along a tightrope above a deep cravass. Three cheers for Slidding soft toed leather shoes and moving at my own true pace.
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Rob
Quite lyrical, this poem captures well the emotional struggle between anticipation and trepidation on the walk along a tightrope above a deep cravass. Three cheers for Slidding soft toed leather shoes and moving at my own true pace.
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Felt good to write that one.