Hanging
I'm holding into this string
This string is an unstable cable
shaky and weak
This string is tangled,
and ruined, and soon it will wither and break
It's no longer strong for the years have made it weary.
This string was once colorful
colors of red and gold
Bright as a rainbow
It was a beautiful string.
Once.
This bar I'm standing on is heavy and unstable
its endured so much.
I look up,
the wiry mess that was so beautiful is dulling,
my steady bar means nothing.
My how heavy it is.
I thought it was my comfort spot, a safe place
But I see, I was deceived.
I look up,
it will not hold, and I know I won't grow old.
I know this is it,
because as soon as I look down, my string
Breaks.