Hung…

jbdal;

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Sat in the woods…
Under a big oak tree…

The knotted rope hanging…
His mental state is uneasy…

Whilst the quiet wind whispers…
And tree branches wave…

The warm sunshine glistens…
In a last attempt to save…

As he gazes in wonder…
Of the awe inspiring beauty…

The simplicity of this life…
As the bees go about their duty…

And the contrast it paints…
With his bitter time on earth…

Filled with pain and anger…
Subjected to so much hurt…

That rained down upon him…
In a relentless shit storm…

The never ending trauma…
From the day he was born…

But as flashbacks consume him…
The decision’s already made…

And in this open theatre…
His last act will be played…

Where no one will bear witness…
And no one will see…

This decent into madness…
His final brush with insanity…

Or watch as he climbs…
And edge out onto the limb…

With his mind in isolation…
The darkness will soon win…

Overcoming his fragile psyche…
Taking his ravaged soul…

Dragged along by the voices…
That remain in full control…

And as rope burns neck…
He takes a deep, sad breath…

Offers up his final prayer…
And steps off to his death…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “O’Children” by Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds

4 responses to “Hung…

  1. Thank you for sharing your writing gift! This is a powerful post as there is such a fine line that keeps a depressed person from being the person in this post as one’s pain increases . The image combined with your writing took my breath away.

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