A more rhythmic slam poem |
The Rope To look beyond the wall of shame That’s the greatest sin To see past affection’s greatest lie Is what They took from Him It was love He wanted and won on a whim It was then that They said to run the race And all He got was an unwanted taste Of Their love for the chase He would die for her, and they said great But don't you want something more? He gave his life and soul They took His trust He asked Them to tell things of love And They told Him things of lust He spoke to Her to tell the words born from other's mouths They told Him he was strong and sure, but Her love began to doubt “Undermine to understand, and stand under hope But never lie a victim of love, and always tie a rope” So He did, but it held Him back from Her Each struggle tightened the knot He jumped off the high horse They gave to Him And He struggled to Her very spot They counted Their blessings, it can be told The blessings He traded To grow a little cold The wisdom he sought for a bit of gold What a fool, They thought What a sorry soul He didn't understand why She couldn't see the things They told Him He would want to be It was because They had got to His head Changing the words and wishes He said Almost there, almost seen He called out, but there was no She They laughed and laughed, that golden sheen Of coin in pockets Of false promises Of sanity adrift at sea They said the rope was an escape route out of love gone unloved in spite But He was too late to see the knot was a noose, and He died on that very night. |