HOLIDAY

POEMZ

I am pretty peppy at the moment with all of these fizzy drinks and my much needed time for some good old R and R, so yet again i come to you all with a poem that will make up for the cookies you probably crave XD After 5 days of swimming and taking countless videos of the British wildlife that i would normally see down my road, a holiday in a forest with all necessary luxuries seemed pretty fitting for a holiday. Anyhoo i guess whoever may read this may be bored or who may of come across this as a part of their destiny *makes scary sounds* so I'd better shut up and get on with the poem...

Climbing

Feet take heart racing steps, higher and higher
They seem to be the only things that keep your mind from toppling over the edge
yet you are so close to the fine line
Will i fall?

Fall to my death i will not
Safety ropes would hold me like the arms of a hero
Slowly lower you down with effortless strength
The way down is not so terrifying

Terrifying is not the word to describe the height you stand at
Making birds feel their flight is misjudged
They keep clear
From the people suspended in the sky

Suspended with either wire or log beneath your feet
That sways like your will
Draws muttering from your breath
Your life is on a pink line