Shadows of the Heart
Kept now as a shrine
His mother often visits
And recalls finding him there
She touches the rope
That bit deeply in his flesh
Sits on the chair he stood on
Imagines the scene
As he kicked the chair away
Suicide note in the bin
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2011
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