Poetry Drafts / 27 May 2016

NO SAFETY NET

Slippery hands on oily ropes
Shackles undone, not by choice
With no grip
No safety net

I am falling
Free falling
Spiralling upwards
Gravity no longer affecting me

Falling
Not jumping off
Holding on
Perhaps too long

I am falling
Where is your hand
I am falling
And no safety net

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.