Hanging by a Thread

Hanging by a thread

Swaying in the wind

Not sure where I'm going 

Don't know where I've been

Tried to make decisions

But they fell apart

Each day surviving

But breaking into parts

Parts that sometimes lead

Parts that sometimes follow

Parts that sometimes love

Parts that sometimes sorrow

Fractured into pieces

Now unknown to me

Fractured into pieces

That only some can see

What will happen 

When the thread is ripped

Where will it all go

When the wind has stripped

But for now

I know...

I'm hanging by a thread

Swaying in the wind

Not sure where I'm going

Don't know where I've been

Reviews

[Anand Sehgal]

A very good write with nice flow. enjoyed the thought process. Almost a song.
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[Unused Bagels]

If it's a poem, I like the message, but the delivery is a bit off. I mean, I've been there. I know how this feels.
It's a bit repetitious, and the meter has me swaying my head. Maybe that was the point, that I start bobbing back and forth as I read it. Is it a song? In that case, good job.

[Jade Leilani]

Sorry, I haven't been on here in awhile but just came back to this review. It is interesting that you mention the song bit, because in my head it was a song, but I can't write music so I posted it as is. Do you have any ideas how to turn it into something more succinct poetically? I would appreciate any thoughts you have.