The fence.

Two people sat on a fence
To one side was a lake of fire
To the other was a cliff

Two old men sat on a fence
One said to the other
“were old, were gray,
we’ve lived, we’ve laughed,
we’ve had our day,
I don’t know about you,
But im tired of holding on,
Wouldn’t it just be nice to
Let go and have ourselves by
Death be clasped?”

The other man looked up and said,
“I see your point,
‘tis true, of joy and pride
in this life, we’ve been bled of.
But that doesn’t mean that
We cant still love.
If you’ve lost that,
Why do you still hold on
To the fence?
Gaining splinters by the pound
In each bony hand,
From which to protect
There is no glove?”

“I hold on because I love,
but not the way you would think.
I have lost all feelings for this world,
It does nothing for me.
But the one thing I still manage to feel
Is this stinging pain
I get from all these slivers.
They remind me of every good thing,
Before it ends with a downpour of rain.
And is wrenched away from me,
Like a madman who remembers
What it was like to be sane.”

“I guess you’re right in some ways”
said the other,
“and in others, your completely wrong,
let me tell you a story that may lift your spirits,
its got a funny ending and its-”

“I don’t wanna hear your story,
this old man has hosted too many a heartbreak,
too many birthdays, too many funerals,
and far far too few true love,
and just the same of-”

“no, you listen here, don’t be stupid,
whatever went wrong, it can be fixed!”

“whos to say it needs to be fixed?
In less than a minute,
Ill be nixed,
And the next old guy
Will fill my place and
End his life with the same old grimace.
Honestly, why get used to the pain?
Its still the same,
Its still pain.
After I jump,
I hope never to see any of this ever again.”

Theres no one sitting on the fence
To one side,
A man thrashes about drowning in fire,
To the other,
Another man,
Crying as he falls to what is every persons
Deep down desire.

Reviews

[LoveAndDreams]

Woouuch, this confused me ... And the end was a bit shocking, but it was written well and definitely got me thinking... Though... I'm not entirely sure what about.. xD

Great piece anyway!

[Robert Ross]

to return to the pit, that elusive place that grasps at our soul; to where who knows, but it would be a comforting thought to be traveling again at that stage.