I do
Gripped between his fingertips
the stick of which each breeze'll tip
that carries' source of troubled minds,
it balance ropes 'till fibers grind.
Distorted, morbid, horrid, tortured
self inflicted causes lost for mental signs
will forge a war to seek and tweak
its weak physique until they follow blind.
So,
cut your losses
or such crimes will force its way to orbit.
Unless you're careful,
actions not so fearful,
when you swear you'll
be looking for it.
Thus,
if he slips
the tiny fibre rope will twitch
to free his hopes and dreams.
And fall into the void of Freud
with fabrics' torned up seams.
He holds on with a bold control
and clues of ways to cope;
on this tiny fibre rope
where he balance off his soul.
Indeed!
His soul is sold.
He's vacant with its distance.
And too destroyed but still discreet
(see the cautious moves of feet)
with right to left indifference.
Such a life (or lie) is seldom sweet-
the why's so high he welcomes it.
On this tiny fibre rope
above the quiet street.
His drive to be the guy to strive
(an attention seeking sentient being)
makes him feel adored, alive.
Do you think that he'll survive?
Place your bets and wage your wits,
it's do or die! Don't feel so bad,
he's dressed for this-
Tailored suit and shoes to boot, too,
plus a black top hat - astute & useful -
It soaks the sweat and cloaks his dread
of floating death with no regret.
The truth is set:
he's more so dead.
But heart keeps bumping,
thumping, stunting logic,
so, it got to be for something...
Halfway there!
His talent focused now
above the silent peers' dishonest "wow's";
a modern trope.
The preface of magnus opus' love
did not plan the flock of doves.
They're aiming at him, flailing, scattering,
up, below, around the silver lining
still defining a tiny fibre rope.
Shock and noise start roaring,
soaring through the sky
of faded grey and teal.
Each star a wasted will
to make him see the lie.
He balanced well until he fell...
What a way to say goodbye
off this tiny fibre rope.
And thus his marriage started so obtuse
with a woman hooked on cruel abuse.
He stooped to "used" with broken pride,
she made it known with glee:
he's dead inside
for the world
to see