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The noose tightens
Day by day
And gradually my breaths
Get shorter and shorter

The noose tightens
Hour by hour
Until one day
My hands wrap real rope
Around my neck
And the once invisible
Takes true form
Just another poem based on my story...
Elizabeth Zenk Dec 2018
the shorter the poem,
the clearer my mind

— The End —