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.
2 Comments
Wonderful, hope you don’t mind I saved it in my working poetry file, beauitful, compassionate, thanks
Sure, feel free to use it.
Bruce