The rope burns my hands
As I try to hold on,
It hurts a lot more
Then I thought it would.
The rope
Gave me scars,
Made my hands bleed and ache,
Trying to keep a grip on this,
We were hanging by a thread,
And I was holding on so tight.
Last night
I finally let it go
I gave my hands a rest
And dropped the rope.
I still feel the burn that was
Left on my hands,
Now that your gone,
I know I will keep the scars
Just to know,
That I won’t get burnt anymore.
S.g
/ written July 14, 2018 /
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Serrena Gragg
Welcome to my poetry page. This is where I will leave pieces of me for those who care to read my thoughts.
More from me at
https://linktr.ee/Serrenathedead
xoxo,
S.g
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