Don't Do It

Don't Do It

A Poem by Theo Ratcliffe

She stood there 
With a knife in her hand, 
ready to end it all. 
And I was just watching, 
not doing anything at all. 
It was like a dream, only I knew it wasn't.
She told me she would do this, 
Told me I had to choose.

Either way there was no winning.
I could have told someone,
But if I did 
The one I loved would forget about me
Or 
I could tell no one,
And have her gone forever.

There was no winning.
The pain I would feel if I lost her forever,
worse then the pain I feel now.

I know I could have helped her, 
and yet I did nothing.

I was just watching, 
not doing anything at all, 
as she stood there.

With a knife in her hand, ready to end it all.

© 2015 Theo Ratcliffe


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Theo Ratcliffe
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My favorite line is either "She told me she was going to do this, told me I had to choose." or the "Ether way there was no winning." It seems rather fateful or fatalistic. Apart from the death bit, I love the sense of quick decisive nature of this person that I am getting quizzically

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My favorite line is either "She told me she was going to do this, told me I had to choose." or the "Ether way there was no winning." It seems rather fateful or fatalistic. Apart from the death bit, I love the sense of quick decisive nature of this person that I am getting quizzically

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Theo Ratcliffe
Theo Ratcliffe

Ontario, Canada



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