Best At The End Of My Rope Poems

Stuck in this place 
Full of empty space
Where the deafening silence 
Awaits a verbal embrace

Just one utterance of hope
To be given the strength to cope
And I will unwind the noose 
From the end of my rope

Just one ray of light
To regain my sight
To be able...

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(This is a fictional poem)

I'm in jail because my son stopped going to school.
My cellmate is smelly and I'm fed nothing but gruel.
I'm very depressed and I'm at the end of my rope.
I've been begging my cellmate to take a bath and use some soap.
My...

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I study my scowl in the back of a spoon
As the Rumbletide ripples in a cup of Joe*
The lap desk that holds it is vibrating, too…
The window is shattered, my boots bumbletied
The knife pricks my neck, right there in the ‘V’
And the fellow who holds...

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