At the End of the Rope (Poem)

[Underground_Network]

I find myself at the end of the rope,
Hanging on, in wait for the darkness to come.

I find myself at the end of the rope,
Meandering through darkness
Watching stars as they float on by.

The heavens escape
My ever-weakening grasp,
I hitch my wagon to a star
But the rope is torn
And so am I.

Turn back?
I'd not dare.
Look forward?
There's nothing to see.

I find myself at the end of the rope,
The pressure tightening,
Losing air,
Losing hope,
I find myself at the end of the rope,
With nowhere else to turn
But down.