The voice.A Poem by Rob FunkYou 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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1 Review Added on June 16, 2013 Last Updated on June 17, 2013 Tags: death, loss, suicide, jaded, disillusioned AuthorRob FunkUnited States, PAAboutMostly I write to Heal, however futile the effort proves. more..Writing
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