The RopeA Poem by angeleapaughTHE ROPE
THIS TOWN SETS HERE ALONE A MILLION MILES APART FROM THE FUTURE THAT TOOK IT NOW THE PAST IS IT'S HEART THE TUMBLEWEED HERE ROLLS AWAY FROM THIS TOWN THE WIND CAPTURES IT CARRIES IT BLOWS IT AROUND YOUR ARE A LONE COWBOY BUDDY WHERE ARE YOUR FRIENDS IF YOUR RIDING ALONE THAT'S WHEN THE TERROR BEGINS FOR I'M A REAL STRONG ROPE I AM MADE OF GOOD THREAD I DO KNOW MY PURPOSE AND I WANT YOU DEAD THIS IS THE WILD WEST YOU SHOULD NOT RIDE ALONE THERE ARE SO MANY DANGERS THAT ARE YET TO BE KNOWN EYES LOOKING OUT WINDOWS AS YOU TIE UP YOUR HORSE YOU MUST REST FROM YOUR JOURNEY DOWN A TANKARD OF COURSE THE PIANO IT PLAYS TO IT'S VERY OWN TUNES AS YOU SET IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS GHOST TOWN OF RUINS THERE'S A TREE THAT HOLDS A KNOTTED ROPE ON IT'S LIMB THAT CALLS OUT TO THE TRAVELER BECOMES THE MASTER OF HIM FOR IT'S AN ENDLESS CYCLE THAT CURSES THE ROPE OF GOOD THREAD IT'S CAUGHT YOU AND TANGLED YOU INTO A GHOST TOWN OF DEAD ANGELEA PAUGH © 2017 angeleapaughReviews
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3 Reviews Added on July 26, 2017 Last Updated on July 26, 2017 AuthorangeleapaughSmalltown, W.V., United States Minor Outlying IslandsAboutI love poetry. I write from the heart. I am a novice in a world of professionals. "Carry on my friend and i will do the same!" more..Writing
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