four minutes

 

You step onto your pedestal

The time has come 

You’ve had enough

You don the rope 

The pedestal disappears 

You have four minutes 

You think about your loved ones

Your parents, Your Friends, Your pets

You think about the good times, the bad times

You feel excruciating pain

Choking does indeed hurt

You feel your lungs exhale their final full breathe

From now on only gasps 

Gasps- small whiffs of oxygen

Quick, fast, painful

Your head aches 

You vision begins to fade

You’re skin turns purple

You Feel regret

You still had a chance

It wasn’t Worth it

This was a bad Idea

You gasp your last gasp

That’s it

All it took was four minutes

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

Comments

Bream

Woww…that’s what my bream-photo said. 4 minutes…. no more interrupts.

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