Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2015
Hang your head in darkest shame.
Allow your hair to blow gently in the wind.
Tighten the binds holding you together.
Step up to the rope.
Look at your sins, they finally pulled up.
Feel the unsteady plank beneath your feet.
***** and bare, your exposed.
Helpless, the rope is around your neck.
Consumed by guilt and shame.
Gasp as everything beneath you falls.
Silence.
Your lifeless body sways peacfully in the wind.
It was comimg, you saw it, this brutal end
No longer can you play this bitter game of pretend.
Kassey Lane
Written by
Kassey Lane  United States
(United States)   
1.4k
   Eric VandenBrink
Please log in to view and add comments on poems