Tie the noose,
tie it tight..
a little higher,
ah, that is comfortable,
just right!
Here I am,
ready for take-off,
a bird on a wing,
a split-second flight.
A last cigarette,
(heyboy, smoking kills...)
Detached and tehred,
i survey the prison
that is my life.
I look back
at the chaos
that was my life.
Would God forgive me
for taking my own life?
Can i forgive God
for creating it? ? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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