No Rope Poem by Andrus Cassian

Broken wings, they fall and decay on the sidewalk
but as they drop to earth, do they make a sound
or mimic well the final gasp of breath escaping from a lung
For I am tempted, so tempted
to fall from Earth off this chair
to never see the sunrise again
I've mimicked the cause of darkness with my own hair
I've heard talk that this wasn't my fate
simultaneously this isn't my place
I may not have seen the day of white and peace
but life has turned to muck
like those pictures of fond memories
when they dissolved in the mud
Where is the help once promised me
I have closed my eyes like the church has instructed
a thousand times
in their bated breath and praise
while telling me everything will be alright
But in my bated breath I prayed for mercy to fall upon me
as I ask for rope to end my suffering
yet I open my eyes to no rope
only a broken hand
So I stand here on a chair for nothing
so I here sit in disappointment and tears
cause I couldn't even fall back to my peers
Now I close my eyes in disgust
now I close my eyes to never shut them again
only to open them up seconds later
in a blurry rage of tears
hoping to drown in my own waterfall of fears