Eight Knots of Life
[Someone learns that suicide is not the answer.......... %26#125;
Dreary attic I loath
I have roamed here to rest
Bitter life shall be gone
So down low, I detest
*
Leaning o'er I do spy
A foot long string of knots
Those mama had given
Those I had forgot
*
Eight knots so rust tight
I can not help but, try
To figure the meaning Of
These knots I untie
*
I have won the first battle
Now live with suspicion
I lear at everyone
I am, my own prison
*
A second small triumph
Wiggling the knot free
Seems so long now, since I've
Seen my warm family
*
A third (skilled master) beat
I am saddened, no cares
No joy cometh by me
No compassion, I fear
*
Battle four was so tough
I'm so sick, don't believe
All my plans up in flames
To look forward, I heed
*
Dreadful attic I loath
Find my noose, I am bound
By fear and much hatred
And whom too was around
*
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Very good!
Hmmmmm Life?antivirus software
This is a disturbing piece, where did you get your inspiration?
It seems like a horror poem, its very good. It has great rhythm.
Keep Writting!
Another great poem.
This is interesting
it talks of suicide
it is not the answer
but selfish way of ending life.
As I was reading this poem
I was assuming the * is a knot
the poem talk about prison also
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