head in hands
as it pounds
and it pounds
a pulse not of the heart
but of the inexhaustible
tugging by
the thin thread
of hope
ready to snap
at any minute
to let all topple
together
into the abyss
head in hands
as it pounds
and it pounds
a pulse not of the heart
but of the inexhaustible
tugging by
the thin thread
of hope
ready to snap
at any minute
to let all topple
together
into the abyss
