This poem can mean an awful lot - Don't get pushed too far, every fragment of mankind has it's limits and when the time does come, nothing will stop the anger that is set free. Nothing. - 28 October 2005


I dare you.

Push me again. --
I dare you.

I am not going away this time,
Push me and dilute my bolt.
You find and cut me down,
Offer again, and I'll spit.
I won't leave and avenge,
Or stand on my own two feet.
Push me and hide your fear,
Set your arms.

What difference have I made?

Soon push comes to pipes,
Rich of the poison.
Do it, I dare you,
Another blimp stitched off.
Push me again for my open hatch,
Push me again for I'm attached,
A saint of suicide,
In part of reputation.




Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-10-28 at 10:49

Tags Truth  Dignity  Survival 

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penfold18
Everyone has their limit and you have made it clear in this well done john.
2005-10-28


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Didn't understand everything, but what I did was very good.
Keep 'em coming!
Love esti
2005-10-28