Blind Boone's Vision

Poem By Tyehimba Jess

I am about to give in,
Let myself fall into darkness.
Though I try to hold on.
With strength and deep hope.

Though I only struggle,
Unable to keep the grasp.
Everything strangles me.
Just like a hanging rope.

Time to give in,
No more time to play.
All my hopes... dreams,
Have faded away.

Why should I care,
About my life?
There is no reason,
No reason to stay.

End my life or suffer,
Niether seems better.
I must make a choice...
Sooner or later.

(© 10/27/04)

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