Cast your line of hope out into the void <br />See not the journey but the landing. <br /> <br />Inverted drops clinging onto nothingness <br />Marvel the ripples, the birth the travel, <br /> <br />the death. Feel the pull as everything <br />you believed furthers itself from view <br /> <br />falling into the abyss, weaving through <br />mountains and resting upon land sized <br /> <br />leaves. Take the strain as the hungry <br />black bites back, reel in a little more <br /> <br />line as the future hangs above you in <br />suspended time. Clasp tattered remains <br /> <br />in red blistered palms, pack yourself away <br />readying yourself for tommorows return.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fishing-with-hope/
