Someone Else’s Rope
-James Townsley-
Silly Hopes Strangled
by someone else’s rope
The wisdom of God turns once again
into a bitter struggle for happiness
Let me go
or make me an automaton
To be controlled without feeling
Is a Joy worth laughing
A sadness worth crying?
This poem leads nowhere
The imagery is dead
A freedom once had
Is death once revoked
Words collected
to fling in the fire
Burning themselves into nothing
for they light no one else’s way
They told me I was superior
And I believed them
Like I believe in Jesus Christ
An endless magic carpet ride
In an endless poem
Silly hopes strangled
By someone else’s rope
--written 1995 or earlier