I pull the weight
Hand over hand
To get to you
Slung over my shoulder
Curled toward the ground
I lean in to my own strength
The tips of my fingers pulsing
The pressure of the rope
Strangling any kind of purpose
Used to move forward
Feet and hands, hands and feet
Scurrying, grasping and sliding
Becoming motionless,
One last gulp
And swallowed
When you find me, rope in hand
You will know I tried and never gave up
DoRee MelNic 
Beautiful 🖤
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Thank you ♥️, I think this goes with your poem Let Down…hope…
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Actually yes, I think you’re right there. Although, I have to say your line ‘You will know I tried and never gave up’ is possibly the saddest thing I’ve read for a while.
You outshine my ramblings completely 🖤
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Never, I think they play nicely off each other. And I ramble, if you ramble 😂…but isn’t that the best part?!
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