My sunA Poem by Dakota Jean
I am walking a tightrope in the bright, blinding sunlight. I nervously take my first step towards infinity. One hundred feet below me is only cold hard dirt. My ring master said a safety net would take away from the show, distract me, consume me. I am alone high above the audience and I hear them gasp with fright as I wobble my way across the rope. My ring masters voice encourages me but the sun is too hot, I no longer have the darkness to even me out. I brake into a sweat and move faster. The rope just keeps getting longer and longer and the ground further away. I want to go back to the twilight. But there is no turning back now.
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Added on June 24, 2015 Last Updated on June 24, 2015 AuthorDakota JeanLargo, FLAbout19 year old blue-haired gay being from Florida. Don't be afraid to critique! I find that as the best form of compliment. more..Writing
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