Poetry By Jambo Stewart


I used to feel at ease
Stretching onto the trapeze
Of life
And the strife
That comes with it
I once leapt without fear
Grabbed the arms of my peer
Forever knowing
If I fell
A safety net would appear

Now I almost freeze
At the thought of the trapeze
Your gone
Your both gone
That changes things
Now I doubt my every move
Wondering if you’ll disapprove
Sweaty palms
Weak grip
Yet there’s so much left to prove

Tomorrow I’ll feel the breeze
Flying on the trapeze
Death waits
Smirking below
Burning the net
Tomorrow I’ll surely soar
Fast and high above the floor
Conscious still
Of falling
My safety net is no more