Your Reflection

My hands are bleeding

The rope is cutting through my skin

I am tired and my grip is losening

I can’t let go, I won’t let go

My eyes are closing

I think I am passing out

Its dark all around

No light, no help

Yes keep climbing

I can feel the cold dampness on my skin

the stench of something rotten

perhaps someone who was holding on

has finally given up

But I am not ready

I won’t fall

I ll fight till my last breath

You can’t take it away from me

Suddenly the anger awakens

And hands start to move

One after another

Let me out of this Hell

AK~