i feel for a Rope
in grey clouds
but It's inconvenienced
It doesn't have time
to secure my grip
no time to tie
knots of reassurance
around my troubled soul....
So, i spit
and coil
and cringe
because i would have time
were the roles reversed
But "ten pm is too late"
or "I have to talk to someone else"
or "you're not important enough"
So i cover my bared soul
with gritted teeth i
wrap the uncaring Rope around my throat
and from grey clouds i jump
in hope that the Rope will catch me--
drain me of my ignored life |
Submission Name: In Grey Clouds
