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Poem.
06.23.04 (1:39 am)   [edit]
Here's an old poem I wrote which i thought i'd paste up to entertain you. Try to figure out what it's about (regardless of the title). The answer, below.

[u]Partner In Crime[/u]

You'd think it is so easy,
to lie down, and die again,
you wouldn't do so, really,
but you'd do it for a friend.

to trudge up those dismal creaking stairs,
onto a weathered ledge,
and look out towards a restless crowd,
as you teeter on the edge.

Words are muffled, no sense of sound,
no sense of time or place,
through not his own hollowed eyes,
but of someone in disgrace.

A rough arm on your shoulder,
you've committed not a crime,
memories replay in an innocent mind,
for the final time.

you feel the sandpaper snake,
draped and tightened around your neck
the floor below then gives away,
and everything goes black.

You'd think it was so easy,
to lie down, and die again,
I wouldn't do so, really,
but I’d do it for a friend.

The poem is about trust broken between friends. In this poem I use two thieves as examples of how trust can exist, and even the smallest bond always leaves a memory.This poem speaks about one thief being caught, and is sentenced to death.
"through not his own hollowed eyes" speaks of how he knows his partner is to be hanged, and not him, for he was merely and accomplice, but at the same time his mind grapples with the fact that he too was involved, and as a friend (memories replay in an innocent mind, for the final time) he ought to take the blame too. The poem speaks of a bond that is created between everyone you meet, whether it be for a split second glance or a lifetime of partnership in some form, there is always residue in form of a memory. Perhaps, in this case, the memories lead to pain...but there are those that lead to happy memories, too.
I believe the first stanza's repetition at the end creates pathos and allows the reader to feel empathic, for we have all been in a sacrificial situation, one way or another.
 

posted by: BubbleTrouble (reply)
post date: 06.24.04 (8:30 pm)

The first time You showed it to me, my heart jumped... those words took me inside... to a world full of pain.. and it numbed my heart. Now that i've seen it again... it makes my heart heavy... yet my mind provides no clue as to why so.....
enlighten me poojz :)

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