Small Change
A rope around my throat I wait,
standing on a box,
Unsure of so many things of late,
and missing golden locks.
I killed my love to let her go,
and I found myself a knife,
Pressed it up against my wrist,
an attempt to change my life.
I cant let go I miss it so,
I had hoped our lives would join,
my future now I do not know,
whilst the jury toss the coin.
Copyright © Jon K | Year Posted 2017
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