Dangling, dangling, dangling.
Swaying back and forth.
Crickets chip loudly with the frogs.
It's almost serene,
Which made the ghastly scene darker.
Somehow I wasn't even sad.
I should've been sad.
I should've had some remorse.
Dripping down, sparkling in the light.
I took one last look at my bulging eyes.
Looking at my blood covered arms.
I dangled from the rope with a smile.
I was no longer myself,
Just a simple ghost onlooking.
I turn and walk into the moon with a sigh.
YOU ARE READING
Specks in my eye
PoesíaThis is a collection of my poetry from over the years. I have used it to cope with many things throughout my life. I like being able to put words to how I feel. Please be aware this will touch on sensitive topics seeing as it is a coping mechanism f...
