tightrope

like a dusty book on the shelf

unread retracting words written or said 

this the tightrope on which I tread 

different dreams you have instead 

nothing ventured nothing spread 

feel my tears not yet shed 

what comes next?

the part you dread

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License