Preparing the knives
Choosing the best ropes
Closing the windows and burning the coal
Writing my final notes.
Longing for the fall - of the leaves and the sky.
Waiting for the last minutes to go by.
Searching for the glim of light in the tunnel.
Yet finding nothing. Again.
Today wasn't the right day.
It's okay, maybe I'll be luckier next time.
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Author:
lhama (Pseudonym) (
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