it's been a while since ive written a poem

falling down a dark pit,
towards nothing but regret and remorse,
falling into this supposed skit,
finding a sudden change in course,

Suspended ive never hung,
from a ropes origin unknown,
yet i hold on with every lung,
contracted as if not my own,

Blindly i follow,
not knowing which way is up,
the direction seems hollow,
yet i climb towards the top,

Perhaps im going somewhere,
Towards you or away,
but i know ill try to get there,
in one or another way,

If i so happen,
to lose my way up this rope,
your voice i will apprehend,
and perhaps a new light of hope,

For you my grip will be tight,
as i climb and wait for your pull.
for the mean time i'll spend the night,
at a distance from breaking a rule,

suspended and waiting,
without a doubt in my mind,
for you to come saying,
yourself you have come to find,
that everything is now okay,
your time was not futile,
perhaps maybe some day,
i'll be able to cross that mile.

Till then i'll be waiting,
patient like i never was,
still constantly pulling,
on this rope connecting us.