Missed Flight
Missed Flight
I hated my life
I hated me.
My life was cherished
IT hated me.
IT held no value
IT held no worth.
IT simply decided to leave this Earth.
IT held the knife
IT loved what IT felt.
This wouldn't work
IT got a belt.
High on pills
mixed with booze.
IT could hang Itself
and would not lose.
There IT stood
My belt hooked tight.
IT stepped off the stool
IT began it's flight.
IT jerked and IT struggled
not wanting to die.
The tight belt broke
IT did not fly.
The belt did break and I was set free.
It was a higher Being, it was not me.
Now I am wasted and very scared
Not believing what happened
Just glad MY life was spared.
Copyright © Tracy Martino | Year Posted 2015
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