Facing The Rope

By Ghost One

This was written by me durring a time of very deep depression durring my time in the navy. I was out at sea, and had been awake for 76 hours strait... Our ship wa very old and we had many things break down on our way to the mediteranian... i had been up consistantly for 3 days strait supervising and performing many repairs to keep our ship afloat and running. we finally got things under control and i had 3 hours off until i had to go on watch... frustration, sleep deprivation, and pain had worn me very thin... not 20 min. after i laid down on the floor to take a nap and get some rest i got called into the engineering office. Amcross regrets to inform you that your uncle is dead... have a nice day. I was sooo defeated i could not even cry. and this was an uncle i grew up with and who had a hand in raising me to a small extent. my comand was very supportive and even got me home, eventually. Yet, I felt alone, helpless, trapped, and weak. That night i composed this poem and almost completely fell apart in my rack. I still stood my watch and did my job, but when i got off, i broke. The phrase "what does not kill you, makes you stronger"... well i have lived it. I survived my pitiful attempts, and am now far to strong to fall that far again. my pain and sorrows turn to rage and anger long before i reach that point anymore. That period in life taught me many things and i do not regret it. it made me a stronger and better man. and from that time of desperationd and extreme anguish was born this short odd little jumble of words....


Facing The Rope


I am going to face the rope.

Do not look for me tomorrow...
For I go to face the rope.

I've paid my dues and cut my ties...
Cause I am going to face the rope.

I have bathed in oil and breathed incense...
For I have to face the rope.

I am dressed in my best and I slip on by...
For I am off to face the rope.

I find my place and climd the stool...
I am close to facing the rope.

I close my eyes and kick away...
I am now facing the rope.

I dangle now. No life in me...
For I have faced the rope.

Do not look for me tomorrow...

For no one beats the rope...

-The Hangman.

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© 2006 Ghost One
Published on Tuesday, July 18, 2006.     Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"
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  • Mahakala On Tuesday, July 18, 2006, Mahakala (209)By person wrote:

    i have longed for death to wrap me in its dark embrace... instead of takin the one's i love... but death has denied me over and over again... now all that is left is misery...

  • Mahakala On Tuesday, July 18, 2006, Mahakala (209)By person wrote:

    you have become one of my favorite poets and i enjoy reading your work emensly... lol sorry (yeah i know i spelt that wrong...hehehe)

  • A former member wrote: *left speechless* ~allie, the darkest rose

  • BroKen-GlaSSHeArT On Tuesday, July 18, 2006, BroKen-GlaSSHeArT (69)By person wrote:

    i like the story behind this and i admire your courage,its stunning

  • elisa On Tuesday, July 18, 2006, elisa (1616)By person wrote:

    the power of harnessing some kind of control amidst the chaos.....untouchable words, indeed.

  • A former member wrote: Solemn tone to this write..drips with not so much burdensome as it is accepting fate of said "rope"..the last lines nailed this one. You've floored me. Well done. Welcome to Dark Poetry.

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