Don't ever tell someone you will always be there for them . . .
They might beleive you . . . and you never know when . . . due to circumstances beyone your control . . .
you will have to go your own way . . . and you never know
when the stool is kicked from under them . . . if there will be a rope around thier throat.
The Rope
i fell into this deep . . . dark hole
so long ago I don't remember not
like a prison . . . three squares and a cot
i have stood and cried
and cried and stood
does not do any good
in the cold . . . i've shook and screamed
so loud . . . no one can hear
for years
from above you let down
a rope . . . of hope
and said grab on . . . I AM HERE!
like batman, you proclaimed . . . NO FEAR!
i will never let you down - I am here for you
when you need someone
just . . . to talk to
the charred remains of hope and light
would spawn a candle
burning bright
when despair would flood the gates
i could take it day by day
cause I only had to make it . . . to wednesday
from my nightmare I would awake
i believed you
. . . my mistake
and then . . . a polite phone call
told me you had to go away
just like that . . . one day
It made me numb . . . but now
the dark is familiar again
. . . no one speaks of pain
except for tears that break
the silence of my screams
alone . . . I cannot dream
the rope is now rolled
and prominently sits in the corner
I look at it now and again
it has a pane of glass on it
and a vase of wilted flowers
To remind me that hope is a joke
and that the light of hope at the end
of the tunnel you were trying to sell
was comining from Hell.
© 1998 Magenta West
aka Jackie Whedbee
