The voice.

The voice.

A Poem by Rob Funk

You know you have a choice,

So says the voice,

Perhaps death is it,

To hell with all this s**t,

So says the voice,

You know its your choice,

So says the voice,

At your funeral we shall rejoice,

So says the voice,

I was like you too,

Then I did what I had to do,

So says the voice,

Now I'm totally dead just like you,

That's what happens,

When you take a shot to the head,

So says the voice,

I'm free from dread,

But when it comes to me,

on thin ice I tread,

And now you tell me I am already dead

© 2013 Rob Funk


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So says my voice joining that other voice that this is a marvelous write...
You should check sir( Brandon ). He writes good like you too...:)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rob Funk

11 Years Ago

I shall do that my friend.
Sami Khalil

11 Years Ago

OK...You are welcome...:)

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Added on June 16, 2013
Last Updated on June 17, 2013
Tags: death, loss, suicide, jaded, disillusioned

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Rob Funk
Rob Funk

United States, PA



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A Poem by Rob Funk