The End of My Rope

At the end of my rope
is a yawning maw of empty space.
Oh, to let go and fall in!
Or would I float,
like a bit of debris
until I was sucked in
by an invisible force,
pulled into a burning plummet,
a fiery star
for someone else
to wish upon.

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