A Letter and a RopeA Poem by JamesTleBournA Letter and a Rope Last Sunday I found a letter in the mail “To Whoever It May Concern” it said When inside, I opened it without fail After reading it’s note, I felt like lead In distinct and graceful red pen it began: “My good friend, you know not of me, And I only wish to propose a plan. It is only your decision if you agree. “In this letter is exactly four-and-a-half- Foot long rope that can hold 240 pounds. With it, I ask you something on my behalf. Search the fields of your mind’s grounds. “Just consider your life, question your heart If this a choice made by one who lives it? Have you ever wished to simply depart, Leave this silly game and just quit? “That is all up to the reciever of life, but I don’t think you knew it was a question: Do you want to live, and if so, for what? You choose, but I have a small suggestion. “With life, you accept all coming pain But anticipate the love and joy of others. With death, you’ll be free of the chain But leave everyone: father, mother, brothers.” The note ended but my head didn’t. Thoughts whirling in pained speed The mental agony: is life sufficient? Is living what I really want and need? I can’t make that choice in a single day Single filaments of time shredding the dates I can only listen to what my mind will say Come the time of my choices see gates But I’d come to those gates soon enough, Through the letter and the rope’s arrival My end choice shouldn’t be a bluff If I really would fight for my survival I don’t know my future and fate, nor do I control it So I set that letter and rope on the mantle overhead As a reminder to myself I’m choosing to commit Daily to the land of the living, and not be dead © 2020 JamesTleBournReviews
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3 Reviews Added on March 3, 2020 Last Updated on March 3, 2020 AuthorJamesTleBournYggerstale, Canadian District, AntarcticaAboutAm I new? Yes. How old am I? Why would I ever say. Where do I live? Like it says: the Canadian bit of Antarctica. Will I accept read requests? I guess *shrug* as long as you comment on my stuff.. more..Writing
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