My Cellmate

My cellmate
Asks me
For a piece of rope

I cannot help

We each keep
A piece of rope
Or belt
Or fabric
Because each of us
Needs control

And all that we
Can now control
Is the time
And manner
Of our dying.

My cellmate
Asks me
For a little hope

I cannot help

I have none of my own.
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About dcduell

Failed musician. Trying to write for TV. Never sure quite where I'm headed. Serial un-funnyman. I used to do a lot of writing. Sometimes I still do. So I decided to put it on the internet. I'm on Facebook and Twitter. Pretty active on the former, not so much on the latter. Holler at me.
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