Small, square and unassuming
But with god's gift of death
The subject of all pages
Scribbled inside are words
Names, people and places
Hitler died by suicide
Or so the book told me
Running away from the end
Only to be commited to one
I knew what I had to do
But did I have the courage?
Could I take the life of another,
Even if they deserved it?
Pen shaking in pale hands
Gripped so that it left bruises
Upon fingers full of twitches
Soon to be filled with life's itches
Then, I began to write
Three words sentenced
Time: 2:00 pm.
Place: Where I found the book
Who: Me
Author notes
I think you chose to use the book
A contest entry
- 210th Contest by Tarja.
400 points, ended April 4, 2008, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Congrats on the honorable mention. I want you to know that it wasn't my intent to hand out H.M. trophies however I was truly moved by your ideas here. You managed to incorporate what I was asking of you into a poem and on top of that your ending... was amazing. I think that is a pretty drastic thing to do but none the less, understandable. Thank you so much for this entry, I really enjoyed it.
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