What is Rope?
When you look around and realise that naught is what it seems
You want to throw conniption fits and issue piercing screams
When reality is spinning round, invading all your dreams
You realize your cozy life is splitting at the seams
When you close your eyes and suddenly, it all just seems too hard
You start to write sad verses, as though you were a bard
When you look upon the table, and regard your final card
The hooded man with sickle is someone you'll regard
Then a voice should softly tell you that there's reason yet to hope
"Come on, buck up. Skip a stone. Don't sit around and mope."
When you're drowning in the ocean, life will throw you down a rope
You'll grasp it and discover that somehow you can cope
| Contributors: | N, F. |
| Poem finished: | 22nd August 2003. |