Hanging From A Thread By Katherine Lightwood

Hanging From A Thread

By Katherine Lightwood

I am hanging by a thread, as the world waits to tear me apart,

Slipping from the grip every second, hope my soul could depart.

Bleeding hands of mine were getting weak as I started to slip,

But startled was I, as I saw the thread itself tied me in a grip.

The little-torn thread that was, holding a mortified burden like me.

Foolish was its intention that it just couldn't see.

Little by little, the thread was breaking, as I loosened my hold,

My heavyweight was tearing it to pieces as I've gone completely cold. 

Threads don't hold a slipping hand, is that's what feels like being tested?

It's a test, a grim test, which left me with nothing and got me devastated 

What kind of test is this, when I don't deserve to win or lose the game,

This world is just a mere illusion, to me, everything here feels like the same.

What a tragedy is that, that we call life where I just can't get out,

This circle will repeat over and over, no matter how much I scream and shout. 

This thread is like a rupture in this circle and maybe that's the only thing that can get me out. 

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Katherine Lightwood