Whit Undeclared * Poem by James McLain
Whit Undeclared *
Brain to finger pull that trigger
if you do it well.
Brain to tongue why wait to run
one leg won't get you far.
Brain to eye no disguise of what
in there does dwell.
Brain to heart you know your
part no harm in that I see.
I don't know what to say about this one. Sounds sad, desperate of sorts to end ones life? I feel that ending ones life is a cowards way out! I had maybe had that thought once or twice when at my lowest of lows. But I made it until now and I an happy that I did! Life is only what you chose to make of it! No effort, no return! ! ! Great poem however. God Bless, Linda
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