There once was a rope.... I was at one end of it....

I was pulling up on this rope, while someone else was pulling down

This person was a mixture of multiple people and faces, but they all threw the same fit

As they hung off the high cliff, They threw more then one demand at me.

"Pull me up!" or "No! Leave me hanging!" It's mind always seemed to be in a split.

How long did I suffer with this confusion?

Long enough! I grew so weak and weary, I knew I had to quit!

The up and down motion wore down my soul, it turned my hands into a ****** mess

I tried to make them sit on the ledge with me to save them, but I almost got bit.

I wanted to bring them to safety, looks like the Lord had other plans

I pull out a knife to end the chaos, the blade forcing the rope to submit

It was then at the last second they begged me to bring them up, but my ears refused to listen.

Some of the faces screamed in panic, as the other laughed in victory as they fell into the pit

I stood over the edge watching them fall into the grave they dug up themselves

I shook my head as they disappeared from sight, knowing this was for their benefit.

Though I am away from that place now I can still hear them still

Yelling and screaming lies and apologies, thankfully this is no longer my conflict.

I had to let you go, for you took advantage of me

I am free from your burdens and pain. This I could not resist...

Can you recall the poems of last year?
Do you remember your favorite ones? Weren't they dear?

Have you looked up the poetry of the past?
Or are you more interested in poems that have a futuristic cast?

Both are adored, but the future more preferred.
For we desire to read things that have never been seen or heard!

This is not a sin, but even the poetry of the old can be breathtaking!
But they have been simply forgotten! Their existence is breaking

What shall we do? Ignore them? Throw them away?
The poems of the future will become the past anyway!

Shall we allow what is newer to take their place?
Or shall we revive the dead and give them a warm embrace?

Can we bring back what has been lost?
Is it really worth the cost?

Would you want your poems to go out of sight or out of mind?
Have them be lost and hard to find?

Is this really worth the argument? Certainly not!
But it's something to think about.  This could mean a lot

To someone out there...