Stolen Ticket - Poem by Kyle Jones
'Please take care of her, sir'
Was the last thing you heard me ask,
Just before the surgeon took you out of my life,
If you could hear me right now,
I'd let you know what you had always meant to me
And recite all the pain you took,
And the pain you left me with.
And now that I've lost you
I've found the pain I hoped never to see,
So I'll tie ropes about it's neck, in your name
And make sure that devil never bothers you again.
I promise I'll make him pay.
And I'll do my best to make it clean.
Oh, my dearest friend
How I wish that you'd let me in on your plans
Would they have been such a burden to land me in a grave?
I have aged alot this past year
I've become really bitter, angry and violent
When I realized my ticket to happiness was stolen
Stolen by that devil with ropes now on his neck,
A so-called surgeon
Who won't bother us anymore
Though I never got my ticket back
Comments about Stolen Ticket by Kyle Jones
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye