Rope

Rope

A Poem by Noah William

Rope.

I'm hanging

I'm suffocating

I can't move.

I just hear your voice

telling me


                         „You deserve it!“


My eyes are jailed

my body is jaded


Can't feel

Can't think


But finally


                                I am free




© 2012 Noah William


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The ties that bind... sigh. They try to "train" us so well and yet we still manage to screw up ...go figure!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Noah William

12 Years Ago

Thank you so much for this review! You are right, indeed.

- Noah -

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Noah William
Noah William

Medellín, Colombia, Croatia



About
I'm a 29 year-old chef from Zagreb, Croatia. I love to drink a lot of coffee, smoke, draw, write, sing, play my guitar, go out, dance... more..

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A Poem by Noah William