Locked in an old dusty room,
With nothing left but recorder and a noose
I turn it on,
And say hello and goodbye at the same time
Nobody gave a penny for my thoughts,
So now they'll need a dime
Because you can't get into the mind,
Of someone wrapped in the threads of rope
I wonder if someone will knock on my door,
It's my one finale hope
But no, they ignore me like always
But the next time they see me, they'll be sorry
I was lost, afraid, and everyone left me to cry
So I wrap the noose around me neck, let go, and die
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A Collection Of Rhymes
PoetryPoetry I write from time to time. Correct any grammar in the comments please. I can't proof read as much as I'd like and I hate it when I make grammatical errors. Also if you'd like to share your opinion on what you think the poem's theme is or how...
