Rope Poem by Avrajit Bose

Walking on a rope while brawling my anxiety,
Below is a place of peculiar nihility.
Tailing behind me, I can hear a ticking chime,
I tread with care, my steps in time.

With every bob, it's trying to test my ataraxy,
Lost the will to stop, moving merrily.
The roughness of the rope degraded my sole,
Can't give up now, head too busy to roll.

Unknown lies ahead, when will I recuperate?
Muscles so tired screaming in protest.
Can feel the winds zooming round my body,
With each step, it tends to get knotty.

Within the null realm, eyes keeping their sight,
Tryna gimme role as their lurid limelight.
Carryin' on to move straight, despite all of this,
Walking on a rope, lest I'll perish.