Walking the thin line
The cold steel cable, stretched
tight
‘Cross the silent void
My light is swallowed
By the gloom, tearing at me
Every inch of them
My broken fingers
The wire cuts them to the bone
Tendrils and sinew
The scent of iron
Bleeding out the rusty musk
Shuddering pulses
I took to the high wire
Walked the precarious way
Falling with my pride
Hung over the void
Cut off and dangling, afraid
Of oblivion
I did not desire
The dark drift, the endless fall
Into the abyss
I dreamt of the light
To walk beneath the blue sky
On the other side
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