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Dorothy was right



I’m done with life
Given up the hope
In the end of it all
There’s just not enough rope
To hang my failures by their ears
To break my neck
To stop my tears
To lasso in
My forgotten years
To bind into silence
All of my fears
To trip cruel joker
On his face
And strangle him quiet
With flamboyant lace
Yes I’m done to every damn rising sun
Done to the sound
Of this shaking gun
Done to the light
Trapped in our skies
And done to the silence
Of your cries

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  • HelloMyNameIsJesus
    February 21, 2009

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    good write. i like the anger, the apathy. good imagery along with it. i enjoyed reading. i took the poem as symbolic, not actually about suicide.