Danny Stinson Poet Free verse

Final Reprieve

The desperate man stands alone in the room.
He gazes around at the dust and the gloom.
The chair, it is old, and it creaks when he lifts.
The noose he has tied, it constricts as he shifts.
He rocks back and forth, and he moves to and fro,
He kicks at the seat, and time starts to slow.
Now the visions and voices cease to haunt me:
I am that man, and I'm finally free.

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Robert Pettit January 17, 2012 at 11:44 PM Danny, I think you have placed a scare into Lizzie. This has great descriptiveness and rhyming. I hope you are not contemplating suicide for real either.

Lizzie Treetop January 17, 2012 at 4:48 AM Danny I am devastated, I do not like this poem at all! It may be brilliant poetry but it is too real for my liking and I care about you tremendously and want you to seek help, because you are a precious person and the world will suffer without you! Dear Danny plese stop writing like this, and please please be okay. Your most caring friend Lizzie

Dana Smith January 11, 2012 at 7:37 PM This simply... just great.. putting it on my favorites.. the rhyme and flow are perfect, and the subject is original if personally inspired- very inspiring for me as well.

Dana Smith January 11, 2012 at 7:37 PM This simply... just great.. putting it on my favorites.. the rhyme and flow are perfect, and the subject is original if personally inspired- very inspiring for me as well.

Michael Schoeffel January 11, 2012 at 7:03 PM damn.