I wonder what
keeps us so
high up?
I’m trying
but this fear
has a hold on me.
I can feel
my heart beating
as time catches
up with me.
people, they drift
away
floating
on and on
so far away
they may never
return
all the while
we endure
something keeps
us going
higher and higher
the limit
is for us to
decide.
High Up
15 Wednesday Sep 2010
Posted in Poetry

