Go Out with a Win

Pull the string. That's how you are,
And watch, or tell yourself you've
Watched, a world (all imagined,
It would seem) unravel. Close
The shades, and curse yourself.
You've failed again. It's just as
Well. That world wasn't. Here,
Inside this darkened room, what
Was imagined couldn't last,
And you, a noose around your
Neck, now loiter on the gallows
Stage. The trap door waits for its
Instructions. Tell it. Pull the string.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-02-23 at 01:40

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