You climb the chair
And gently touch the rope
Silence is spread in the air,
No ray of hope.
You blink away the tears
That threaten to fall
You’re trapped inside
The 4-cornered walls
You release another sigh
You climb another chair
You start to cry,
But life isn’t fair.
When you finally want to stop,
Someone pulls your chair away.
No one wants to stay.
Until the end,
You wonder why.
The last tear,
The last time you’ll cry.
Your lungs loose air,
You let loose of your last breath.
Your arms grow limp,
You welcome death.
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99 Poems
Puisia compilation of poems that i've written. it may be about love, hate, regret or any other feelings you can feel in a lifetime. these poems are poems written by a non-proffessional poet so feel free to comment/fan/vote or critique my works. and just...
