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postheadericon A Final Solution – poem by Bruce Whealton

A Final Solution

I sat down tonight
with my friend
Despair…
we spoke for hours and hours…
I was hypnotized

As the night drew onward
he became more passionate

He had a plan,
a solution -
a final plan,
as it were.

Yet, I couldn’t go through
with it.
I was scared,
confused,
didn’t have the stomach for it…
slowly
over time
he just faded away,
like an apparition.

I knew he’d be back
and we’d talk again,
and he’d bring up his plan
and maybe I’d listen,
yes, I’d at least listen,
that much is certain.

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One Response to “A Final Solution – poem by Bruce Whealton”

  • ko shin Bob Hanson:

    Wonderful, hope you don’t mind I saved it in my working poetry file, beauitful, compassionate, thanks

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