Fisherman's String

You leave me waiting

Hanging in the yawning air

My fingers clutch to Fisherman's String

Such a thin thread

Yet such a strong tie

It restricts circulation for anyone...

My heart only beats for you.

I want to swing to the cliff side

And clench my parched roots into

The sanctuary of rational earth.

Whether hanging here is heaven or hell

I do not know,

For the thought of you 

Flying down to rescue me

Convinces my mind of heaven.

Yet the sensation of slicing cuts

From Fisherman's String

Wrenches me into the circling wheel

Of dead and undead hell.

Whether you exist or not

I know something placed me here.

It must have started from you.

You must have looked at me 

And burned my love into being.

You must have breathed on me...

It must have swept me off the edge 

And left me hanging 

On Fisherman's String.  

Author's Note

I just made this up ten minutes ago; therefore I have not had time to make any corrections. Just tell me how you like the ideas.

Reviews

[Revery]

Lovely poem Annie, I especially enjoyed the following.

"Whether you exist or not
I know something placed me here.
It must have started from you.
You must have looked at me
And burned my love into being.
You must have breathed on me..."

Beautiful words and thoughts.

[Annie Wilthew]

I am so happy you liked it!

[Brandon S. Whitten]

Sorrow I once knew when I cried into a my pillow. Well done. When written in a matter of minutes we're moved by spirit. To me, it's not so much a thought, it's a whisper we hear in our heart.

[Annie Wilthew]

Very true! Thank you for your input!

[olla]

nicely done.. I am not sure you need to do anything to it..

[Annie Wilthew]

I'm glad you don't see any change... don't be too nice though ;D

[olla]

I will never withold vital information.. I try to be kind but you will only get my truth.. anything less would be an insult..

[Annie Wilthew]

All the more a compliment! Thanks!