The roof is so close to my hands
Let that grey ribbon wrap around your waist
Around your neck
I keep drifting out into nothing
Row, row, row my boat back to shore
My lantern there, shoved to the side. I’m so far
Out, there’s nothing to see
Except the flickering light in the darkness
I’m rolling, rolling, rolling out of my mind
This wasn't supposed to happen
I’m not ready
ROLLING ROLLING ROLLING
I hold on by a thread, wrapped around my waist
My hair drifting, swaying on the ceiling
Then the buckle let me drop so easily
Row, row, row my boat back to shore
Author Bio:
Emma Demopoulos grew up in a rural suburb outside of Cincinnati, Ohio. Surrounded by farmland and not much else, she turned to writing for entertainment. Emma wrote hundreds of poems that she still keeps today right along side her new work. She graduated from Miami University with a degree in Creative Writing. Her Instagram handle is @demopwriter.
Let that grey ribbon wrap around your waist
Around your neck
I keep drifting out into nothing
Row, row, row my boat back to shore
My lantern there, shoved to the side. I’m so far
Out, there’s nothing to see
Except the flickering light in the darkness
I’m rolling, rolling, rolling out of my mind
This wasn't supposed to happen
I’m not ready
ROLLING ROLLING ROLLING
I hold on by a thread, wrapped around my waist
My hair drifting, swaying on the ceiling
Then the buckle let me drop so easily
Row, row, row my boat back to shore
Author Bio:
Emma Demopoulos grew up in a rural suburb outside of Cincinnati, Ohio. Surrounded by farmland and not much else, she turned to writing for entertainment. Emma wrote hundreds of poems that she still keeps today right along side her new work. She graduated from Miami University with a degree in Creative Writing. Her Instagram handle is @demopwriter.
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