Noose Poem by Ryan Holmes

You left the noose for me,
Hanging, looming,
Leaving me with thoughts of sorrow.
I step up to it, all the while thinking of you,
Your face, your smile, your cold hatred.
I almost fall, ready to end it all,
Yet I think back, before you crossed my path,
And crossed my heart, and I step down,
Pondering, hoping that I can retrieve my past,
My joyous life, before the pain, before the strife.
I close my eyes and I see you again,
So I step up,
A single, lonely tear rolling down my face,
And I wish it luck on it's plummet from my cheek to the ground,
Praying it makes it there and I do not.