...Fishing With Hope Poem by Not Long Left

Cast your line of hope out into the void
See not the journey but the landing.

Inverted drops clinging onto nothingness
Marvel the ripples, the birth the travel,

the death. Feel the pull as everything
you believed furthers itself from view

falling into the abyss, weaving through
mountains and resting upon land sized

leaves. Take the strain as the hungry
black bites back, reel in a little more

line as the future hangs above you in
suspended time. Clasp tattered remains

in red blistered palms, pack yourself away
readying yourself for tommorows return.