I think of a word  and then write it out, the

rope is now thrown up and over placed

just right, I write one more the noose is

nicely tightened up just right.

  

A word comes to mind, a thought

made on paper, can I guess

what will happen next.

  

So many words writtern, things

I have done to make this right, first

was the rope, the noose tightened

just right a word on paper

the rope drawn to that which will

hold it tight.

  

Words have been writtern the

time running out, as the last

one is on paper my time has run out.

  

The hang man is finished the note

writtern out, where once there was panic

and movment, I am the hang man silent, still

the noose drawn tightly no air to escape

in or out.

  

Peace now resides on this still

  calm face, as I am waiting to be  found

with my note explaning everything

neatly writtern out.