~thin~ Poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

Always leap without holding on
landing hard as fall is long,
Growing thin from the life you wear
tomorrow runs ragged to strip you bare.

Just laying bent not beyond repair
your hopes left hanging upon thin air,
Sit in your room and gaze around
as silence tells something without a sound.

What do you wonder while night creeps in
will darkness envelope your dreams again?
Ask me a question in the paling light
before longing to answer fades from sight.