A/N: Written for the Titles Set Boot Camp, #16 – stop me please.
A Larger Poetry Collection
234. Stop Me Please
I've lost the rope of life and I'm slipping away
into a dark and lonely gloom that spread
from my fingers to my toes –
I'm falling, free-falling, without wings or a harness
to stop my fall – I'm just crumbling like a heavy weight of stone
waiting for the echo to say I've hit rot bottom.
Where is that bottom?
Why hasn't it come yet?
Where's it gone?
No-one's going to grab me: no-one can grab me –
I'm too far down already, and there's that covering at the to
pushing me down.
Maybe I'll luck out and someone will remove that cover
and throw me a pretty ladder with twisted knots, because there's no little tunnel
leading out from the wall.