Debating

A Variety in Prose

"Debating"
Ron Kinard © 2003

alone, I sit
I havent a clue
debating suicide
what should I do

decisions, decisions
too many ways
should I count
the number of days

taking my life
with cord or knife
life is a mystery
too much strife

the hangmans knot
swinging slowly
as I watch,
feeling lowly

sharpened blade
a razors edge
my heart is splitting
a wicked wedge

life is depressing
will it end
giving up
I have no friend

succumbing the pits
tolling bell
falling downward
sure as hell

debating the inevitable
will I die
teardrop falling
from my eye

where am I
a closed domain
have I really
gone insane

Using literary license and a mirror made it possible to write this...


				*A Variety in Prose* *Debating*



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		"Debating" Ron Kinard © 2003 alone, I sit I havent a clue debating suicide what should I do decisions, decisions too many ways should I count the number of days taking my life with cord or knife life is a mystery too much strife the hangmans knot swinging slowly as I watch, feeling lowly sharpened blade a razors edge my heart is splitting a wicked wedge life is depressing will it end giving up I have no friend succumbing the pits tolling bell falling downward sure as hell debating the inevitable will I die teardrop falling from my eye where am I a closed domain have I really gone insane



		Using literary license and a mirror made it possible to write this...