Slow death

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The ropes keep tightening.
My freedom,
my life as an American,
is slowly dying,
dying so slowly.

You keep pulling,
you just keep pulling on the ropes.
And I feel like I’m dying,
dying a very painful,
very slow death.

I now feel the ropes
there tightening again.
I can’t breath anymore
My confinement is worse.
I will die,
That is for certain.

As I suffocate,
I wonder why you did this.
Was it because you were scared,
or do you just not trust me?
Either way it doesn’t matter,
because I’m still dying.

I’m dying a slow death.





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me-forever said...
Mar. 28, 2010 at 1:47 am
now this...this is great its a great piece of written work that i think is true for some people and i luv ur quotes i agree good job and keep writing
 
Poet4ever said...
Feb. 26, 2010 at 8:03 pm
Sorry if this seems violent, but I think it gets the point across. What do you think?
 
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