The Rope

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Waiting and wondering how far one will find an end to the rope.
To tie the knot that may end the thoughts
of who and why along with what may cause this pain.
Eyes are seeing the fire growing as thoughts leave
with nothing more than the rope ready to be wrapped around the neck.
Empty inside nothing to hold on to
all is over and no one to plea the sense
it would not be to jump from the limb with the rope tied to.

3 thoughts on “The Rope”

  1. I can see and feel the pain that made you to write such a poem … Life is hard I know but we need to cope up with each and every situation that comes around … Nobody assured life would be easy sailing … But yea we can make it tough and it all depends on us how we’re going to take it and treat it …

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