My Plea

My support strings are

Falling loosely at my feet.

When did this occur?

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The floor beneath me

That’s held me up for so long

Has crumbled away.

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Standing before this,

An abyss that’s widening

Swallowing me up.

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Balance return now.

I’m afraid to stumble down.

Why have you left me?

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Lift me up again.

One small string is not enough.

I need both to live.