Shall We Set You A Place?

Heavily rhythmic poem.

On a cord, I was hung,
with an angelic choir up above
They were singing, a sad song,
one I’ve been singing alone all along
They say no, it’s not time,
smile meekly with each graceful new lie
They fly down, right the chair,
wrestle my feet kicking in the air
but they’re wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong

I refuse, turning blue,
but for me this color doesn’t seem new
Tap the chord, my eyes shout,
it's too late to corrupt purpose with doubt
They grow quiet, pull it taught,
squeeze out the last gasp of breath that I’ve got
Time stands still, just for me,
I’m a broken piñata for all the world to see
When they find me, it’s too late,
I’m dining already with the most charming of snakes
I’ve been gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
For too long.

Reviews

[Valentine]

It seems like this could be added to and putd to music for a song the singers of today are singing..Different read for this older person..God bless..Valentine

[Ms. Gruye]

you may want to check out Dorothy Parker. your work reminds me (subtly) of a young miss parker. young in the sense that you have a wit and a grace in your style. I do feel this could use an edit in the way you framed the work.

I would suggest breaking this up into two stanzas.
viva la

[black.butterfly]

wow, amazing choice of words and each verse completes the other. Very well-written.
i would be intrested in reading a longer version of this.

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holy crap this is awesome...

VEry morbid of course but in such a delicate original way. This is soo wonderfully original. Can I say it again, this is so wonderfully original... The subliminal messaging behind the actual hanging is so daunting... Ahh Like it I want more verses....