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Poem Details
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| Title: | BLACK LINE - GREY LINE - WHITE LINE |
| Author: | Kaz Lord |
| Date Submitted: | 5/12/2013 |
| Email: | kazlord@live.com.au |
| Poem: |
I have lines in my life that I''m forced to live by and they''re various shades of black. The lowest line that I have that my brain feeds off, is the line where there''s no turning back. It is the line that when I fall down there opens into a great black hole, and if I fall in I can''t be stopped; heaven help me, God bless my soul. But with help from someone or something I can climb to my line of grey. I cannot do it all by myself; please help me, now, today. If you can lift me to my centre line and I sit balanced with scope, it may give me some incentive to continue up my lines with hope. If I can reach my white line and stand steady upon that; I''d be like a trapeze artist in a wobbly high wire act. I would try to balance on the top, maybe sway from side to side - far away from my black line; alive, knowing I had not not died.... |