I did not aspire
To this desperate desire
I did not aim to acquire
The heady heights of this high-wire
But here I am, caught in the crossfire
Trembling like a livewire
Trying not to perspire
Looking for the tripwire
Brought a knife to a bushfire
Bleeding from the barbed wire
Looking not into the hell-fire
Heart beating like it might expire
Out here on my own, things are looking dire
Turns out you aint nothin but a vampire
Quick fire, misfire, haywire, backfire
Stepping off the edge, I set the place on fire
© Ann Bagnall

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