I wrote this for my brother, a fellow Tower chaser, because he's been down lately. I just felt like sharing it here. It's not the best, but it means a lot to me.
(First time poster, by the way. Hooray for me.)



As I sat devouring a popkin
A curious thought entered my head,
What if I'm not eating at all
What if I'm already dead?

Mayhap ka is just a wheel
And all of this I've done before,
Every moment I'm reliving
Just to lose my tet once more.

If a gunslinger is what I am
Then what else could I ever be?
If I cannot make the choice
Does that make me truly me?

Is there any point to living?
Would death be a sweet release?
Sometimes I think it may be so
And with my death I will find peace.

If this is true then why go on?
Why by God should I even bother?
Then it comes to me clear as day.
I will remember the face of my father.

Keep your chin up, your head high,
Keep your eyes turned to the light.
Keep the faith, and thankee-Sai.
Long days and pleasant nights.


Anyone else written any Dark Tower poetry to share?