Monday, April 1, 1991

I slipped away quietly

I slipped away quietly so no one could hear,
Deep in the darkness so no one saw the tears,
No one would notice my presence was gone,
No one would find me till way after dawn.
With shaky hands I carefully tied the noose,
I checked it once, then twice to make sure it wasn't loose,
I hung it from the ceiling and checked it once more,
Then I climbed down and crossed the room to lock the door.
I quickly slipped in my small, round head,
and hoped and prayed that I soon would be dead,
I kicked over the big wooden chair,
and in my face fell my soft blond hair,
I did it ever so quietly so no one could hear,
and down my cheek fell one last lonesome tear.

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