329 – Rope

Poem number 329
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Rope
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A chosen escape from all that life throws
Misery, heartache and unending woes
The slow spinning rope and the dangling toes
The mercy of the noose.
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Willing surrender before the pain grows
The slow spinning rope and the dangling toes
So final, so deadly, this answer they chose
The mercy of the noose.
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The slow spinning rope and the dangling toes
Moments of panic as each second slows
Eternity lived ‘til the consciousness goes
No mercy in the noose.

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