Being Hanged Poem by Alyssa Rieper

A chilled tear runs down my cheek
The rain so cold, the weather so bleak
Why is it me who suffers this pain?
I wonder this before I am hanged
I wonder, also, why you are late
While I stand up on a rotting crate
When they push it I will drop
But the rope will help me stop
It is possible my neck might break
I could even suffocate
Whatever I do, I will die
Unless, over here you spry
A guy in black walks to my side
None of my secrets I can confide
Two other men come by him, too
I think to myself, “Where are you? ”
They kick the box that kept me alive
I hang up and light pierces the sky