Deaths Mercy

Mr. Not

And as I stand in the bathtub
at 11 years old

The rope in my hand
tied in a knot

and the nail in the wall
Would catch me as I fall

I called my only friend
He didn't seem to mind

I bawled my eyes out
And got angry

I climbed the tub
And reached for the knot

And I jumped
The spike in the wall fell out

That day
Death told me I was too young to die

He let me live
And what an honour

To be blessed
With Deaths Mercy

  • Author: Mr. Not (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 19th, 2023 10:16
  • Comment from author about the poem: the memories of that day came back to me just a couple hours ago, and when i think back at it, i was lucky i didn't die that day
  • Category: Reflection
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