To be or not to be

by broken reflection   Sep 5, 2006


To be or not to be,
A question asked daily,
Shall I live?
Or shall I die?

Will I get out of bed?
Or will I stay and rot?
And wait till, I am forgot.

Will I take the bus?
Or will I step in front of it?
A desire I'll keep secret

Will I join in today's discussions?
Or will I remain in the shadows?
As my soul will further burrow

Will I debate the system?
Or will I take it like a fool?
A fate, my fate, most cruel

Will I go back home tonight?
Or will I wonder the streets?
A continuous search for a retreat

Will I combat my will to kill?
Or will it win?
A most terrifying sin

Will I keep it in the draw?
Or will the blade pierce my flesh?
A motive most hard to thresh

To be or not to be, that is the question...?

*********************************
Feeling a little death over life today!
(Thresh= examine exhaustively)
*Meaning no one will know the reason
behind a grizzly suicide.

+obviously the title and such are taken from a play... that was my inspiration.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Carrotgirl

    Its funny but as you read peoples poems you get a feeling for their hopes and dreams and fears and worries. A feel for the good in someone. You show so much empathy for others in your work. I feel I know you and what I see I like.

    It really a waste putting your poems here because only a few will wonder past and take a look. I'm glade I was one of them.

    Maybe you should consider trying to write a novel or something.

    Elisha

  • 16 years ago

    by Megann Lee

    Wow this poem was lovely. I really enjoyed reading it and I can relate a lot. I have days like that all the time where that question lingers in my mind and what not. Very nice write.

  • 17 years ago

    by xxMagioxx

    You made me want to cry :) that poem touched my heart :D

    Tony :) thxs for commenting on my poem, it means a lot to me....love ya :)

  • 17 years ago

    by Lecrissa

    Thought provoking, Loved it. Reminds me of my youth and how glad i am i grew out of it. I turn 35 9/14 which is tomarrow.

  • 17 years ago

    by xDieRomanticx

    Well stepping infront of a bus isnt a secret anymore...lol...good poem sammy

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