When I glimpsed at the rope hanging at the ceiling
What I witnessed is desperation.
Maybe I'm too desperate for death
That I would want my life to end
To end in a horrible way, that is.
But I know, I know to myself that I don't deserve this.
When I glimpsed once again at the rope hanging at the ceiling
What I witnessed is loneliness.
The grievances of those whom I will be leaving behind.
Their tears and sentiments.
I still can't take to leave them behind
So, then I thought of fixing my mind.
As I was about to remove the rope hanging at the ceiling.
I saw a paradise inside the knot.
A beautiful scenery, vivid and wild.
So inviting, it wants me in.
So I inserted my head, but it's too late...
My feet slipped of. Neck is hanged. This must be fate.
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PERSONA
Poetry*IMAGE FROM DEVIANTART by Oberst176* persona: the image or personality that a person presents to other people. We don't know very well the friends we see and talk to in our everyday lives. Not until we see the other side of their faces, the sadness...
