Rocking back and forth
Metronome
Back and forth
Falling out of control
Surely as I sit on this floor
Out or reach from anyone
My soul jerks my body
Back and forth
Desperately trying to slow down this furious pace
Falling out of control
Surely as I sit on this floor
In my minds eye, reaching with all my might
Rope dangles from the edge
Swinging, Dancing,
Teasing my fingertips
Falling out of control
Surely as I sit on this floor
Falling further and deeper
Wide open are my eyes
Their screams drowned as they well up
With tears of lies
With such unbearable fear
Falling out of control
Surely as I sit on this floor
Silence
Back and forth
Metronome
Back and forth
I breathe, gasp for air
Desperately reaching for the rope
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Val - perhaps that should be Violent Val - your poems are so so BLACK except for SWEET RAPTURE which i adored and may comment on in the future - when I have fully digested its very emotive content. BACK & FORTH and never getting anywhere? ? ? ? The golden rule Val - is 'To never Fall out of Control' whatever our position - standing - sitting - lying on the floor. V 2 We all often feel 'Out of reach from anyone' but in reality there is always someone who is there just for us. V 3 the rope always 'dangles from the edge' but we always have a choice - take the easy way out and end it all - or 'ignore the rope' and choose life - however daunting the prospect. V 4 This verse is ful of pathos 'eyes wide open' 'drowned screams' 'tears of lies' 'unbearable fear'. The last line leves us on a 'cliff hanger' - 'Desperately reaching for the rope' - perhaps the choice is ours and not yours. Thank you for a very thought provoking poem. Love in poetry - JOHN