She hangs on with her fingertips as the carpet flies
Over and under, up and around
She's slipping, slipping but no one sees her high amongst the clouds
The people go about their business below
Oblivious to her struggle
The only one capable of helping her
Of reaching out before she falls into the darkness
Sits at the other end
But he is lost in his thoughts and doesn't see her
He doesn't answer her calls
He's too busy watching the birds play and contemplating their fate
Should she hang on and hope he notices even though the carpet's unravelling?
Or should she just let go now and welcome the wind with open arms?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Good post.
Post a Comment