The rope sits tightly around my neck,
Its weight heavy on my shoulders.
I can feel its pull from behind,
It draws me to the dismal gallows.
They all say everything’s okay.
They tell me how it will pass.
Yet the gallows rope pulls me closer,
And its grip is only tightening.
Every now and then I feel it slip.
I take a step forward, towards freedom.
But the rope regains and pulls again.
The rope whispers in my ear.
It tells me of the pain that will end,
If I concede and let it win.
But I resist and fight its sweet entice.
They say it will all pass,
But it hasn’t passed yet so I must fight.
The rope just pulls, and pulls, and pulls.
I cannot succumb so all I do is resist.
All I do is fight, fight, fight.