I Don't Know

I have fashioned a noose of strong
Nylon rope and have placed it
Loosely around my neck. I sit in an
Armchair and ponder these questions:

Why am I saving what's hopelessly broken?

When will I honor this fine thing I've made
By choosing to put it to use?



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-01-11 at 00:23

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