The Tower

A suicidal man who doesn't exist.

In my dreams, I always met the same man

Who always went by the name of Dan.

He claimed to have existed before, yet never existed then. 

He doesn't exist now, and he never will exist again. 

He lived in a tower made entirely of rock,

Walking in tune with his old pendulum clock.

I'd be standing outside with my hands on his wall,

And Dan would step out his balcony and begin to fall.

A thick rope tied 'round his neck would stop him from hitting the ground,

So I'd just watch him choke endlessly without making a sound.

Author's Note

I try to write poems sometimes, too.

Reviews

[SonOfPlunder]

This is awesome, my name is actually Dan so at the end i had a little chill up my spine. I like the grimness of it

[Mother_Yolk]

Haha Thanks for the review. I appreciate it!

[Shunny Houston]

Poor Dan. I have a strong urge to call him Doctor Dan, i dont know why. Cool creepy poem!

[Mother_Yolk]

Thanks! Doctor Dan is pretty catchy.

[Taletwister]

I'm quite glad he doesn't exist.

[Mother_Yolk]

Me too, mate.