deepundergroundpoetry.com

Rope

Sunlight scorch my roots
Speed my decent
These branches brittle...bent
No bird dare roost
Rain drowned all hope
Sweep away concern
I've nothing left to learn
I'd rather be rope
It is meant to tie and hold
Created to bind
Never unkind
Easily bought
Rarely sold
Every single thread
Within a tight weave
Of another who cannot leave
Then alone in my head
Written by jessicasavage
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2 reading list entries 0
comments 3 reads 726
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 10:17pm by wallyroo92
WORKSHOP
Today 10:16pm by ajay
SPEAKEASY
Today 9:47pm by ajay
POETRY
Today 9:25pm by ajay
POETRY
Today 8:33pm by ajay
COMPETITIONS
Today 8:30pm by DallasNichols