poem
The Rope
The rope swings his body limp and dangling,
The fight gone from him shoulders hunched tears on his face,
He is broken and destroyed with nowhere to go,
The rope in his hand he decides it is time,
He ends his life on the end of the rope,
The friend lover son brother cousin is gone,
Gone from life to death,
Breathing to not,
Hurting to stillness,
Why did nobody help him,
Because nobody could,
Nobody cared to see why he cried why the boy was so quiet and silent,
Brooding keeping it all inside till there’s no way out,
The end has come for it all.