Feels like I'm walking on a tightrope, <br />Can't hardly breathe <br />While eyes look through a kaleidoscope, <br />It becomes difficult to believe <br /> <br />The hues form a combination <br />Delicate like fragile glass, <br />On the brink of contemplation <br />Waiting for the motion to pass <br /> <br />My limbs become still, <br />Thoughts linger in the air <br />Reality is suddenly surreal, <br />What rationale is there left to spare?<br /><br />Hannah Owens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-s-left-15/
