Rope

When fear of losing love causes you to cling to hate, the only thing you have left is a fragile rope.

There was nothing I could do.

Nothing I could say.

Holding on a rope,

that was sure to fray.

 

I was looking down,

into the abyss.

Searching for something

that didn't exist.

 

It was called love.

It was called hope.

It was the reason

I was on that rope.

 

The rope was my fear.

The rope was my hate.

I let it go now

and I fall to my fate.

 

The emptiness beckoned.

It called my name.

"Why don't you come?

It's all the same."

 

"Whether you fall,

whether you climb

you'll never be able

to go back in time."

 

There was nothing left.

Nothing at all.

I couldn't climb.

I wouldn't fall.

 

So I remain hanging,

clinging to hate.

Forever looking down.

Afraid of my fate.

Author's Note

Just a classic ballad I wrote a while ago. Nothing too good, just something to pass the time.

Reviews

[lots fo love ♥]

u should enter this in poems,poems,poems. its a contest i made. this poem is great. it would most likley win one of the awards.