My Last Riddle

john

Pay attention now

The words are the key.

I’ll spill my heart

For you to see.

I fear but one thing

That being the same as;

I do but one thing for myself.

And very soon all will know.

But first,

Here is the path that I have made

Into memories I go.

I’ll share one you should know…

Dark.

Cold.

And all alone.

Trapped in a world unknown

Not my own.

I fear that one thing

I do for myself

Hence

This bullet…

That is mine...

Is just that.

 

  • Author: john (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 31st, 2011 21:39
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 47
  • Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy, Emi
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  • Cheeky Missy

    Not funny. Cold, deadly, and dreadfully chilling! La, and reading it, am I complicit in the suicide? Or did I miss the riddle? hmm...rereading it, I think I must've...but what IS the answer?

    • john

      It's up to you. That's the riddle. You choose what to do. We all choose what to do. i wanted to provoke a chill while allowing a reader to think about it more deeply. question: if you "are" every line in the poem what would you do?

      • Cheeky Missy

        Hmm....reading and rereading it....it really seems to be the step before the last...of suicide. I think I would only commit suicide if I was fully persuaded I was damned...but since the Lord is merciful and His mercy endures forever...I think we should never give up, seeing there is forgiveness with Him.....suicide is really a desperate thought which seems emotion must be driving to allow such an act, really......and then we can't excuse it, can we?



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