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)
- 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
- Views: 6
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