....end....

outside the frames
i could see them dangling
as if ready to be plucked
but they are just illusions
strung on the thin threads of hope
it shines
it awes
it makes you think you can
but one step outside the frames
and the fate frames you
you are trapped in the void
strung on the thick ropes of
hopelessness

.....to be continued...

and when they fall down
those shiny things
the loosely hanging ropes
slowly
cunningly
summoningly
swing by you
and you take
a leap of faith

.....to be continued....

darkness
surrounds you
hounds you
inside the frames
you are framed

.....end....