Posted on Sep 1, 2012


Life is hard she thinks
Pressure all around
Like a noose around
Her neck
Waiting for the hangman
To let her fall
No last-minute reprieve
Hoping for a miracle

She just needs a break
But not the wrong kind
One where she can breathe
To escape the hangman
She rubs her neck
An unconscious thing
Feeling for the noose
Suddenly needing a drink

Posted in: Poetry