I knew
I wouldn't
But there I sat.

I knew
I wouldn't
But there I watched

Parading bottles
And
A gun.

I knew
I wouldn't
But here I had
In sweaty palm
A thing
Called life.

It was some trinket
Shivering there
While I
With cruel hard lips
And long tight fingers
Watched
And held
That thing.

I knew
I wouldn't
Although
I knew
I could.

Note: This poetry was inspired by the tragic tale of suicide from a mining engineer at the time of  Ron's journey to Puerto Rico heading the island's mineralogical survey under the U.S.

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All Poetries are taken from L. Ron Hubbard's THE POET/LYRICIST compilation of  poetry and lyrics..