Angst Poems

Not every story has a happy ending.

Grabbing the rope, walking out the back door.
The sky was dark with the cold black of the night, and no stars shone tonight.
Walking down the porch steps, opening the back yard gate.
Climbing up the ladder into the tree, picking the right branch.
Tying the rope, whispering the final goodbye.
Leaving behind the fucked up broken world, slipping the rope around the neck.
Pulling, and pulling tighter.
Stepping of the ladder, now hanging there by the rope.
Hanging from the tree.
Not even a flinch as the last breath is taken from the body.
Hanging from the tree.
Hours pass, light comes and day is once more.
Screams heard,
The body pulled from the tree.
Long gone is the warmth in the skin and the life in the eyes.