Thoughts Of A Hanger Poem by brytney De lioncourt
Thoughts Of A Hanger
giving up on all hope
leaving my life behind
taking this rope
and i have nothing left to find
no longer could i cope
sqeezing it around my throat, all i hear is it grind
Falling from this chair, no longer could i dare
get to live this life.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: giving,leaving
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8/6/2026 11:35:17 AM # rel_20260806T081513Z_580e7f4
The heart in love is a vulnerable and delicate thing. Would that it be in soft hands. A nice poem. Short and to the point with definition. Easy to read. Cannot ask for anymore. Except perhaps, a little solace. GW62