The Equlibrist


balancing

one step at the time


one
by
one


looking ahead

I can't see where I put my feet
neither where I'm heading

there is no rope
or beam to walk on

I look down

my feet are bare
I'm walking on the edge of a knife

the blade is black
I wonder why my feet don't get cut

I understand that the knife is a big sharp wheel
going round

and around


It's my feet
that keep the wheel in motion


I can't stop
because if I do

my feet will get cut

and the wheel will stop.



Poetry by C-F Haegring
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Written on 2011-11-08 at 15:36

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
This speaks starkly to the "deathmill" Sadly, a place where too many find themselves these days. Very well written and formatted.

Joe
2011-11-11


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2011-11-10



A very powerful piece, C-F.
There is plenty here that resonates and I like the formatting too.
Applause!
2011-11-08