Posted in loss / death, original

Hang Man

Outside he appeared to be jolly

Inside he was feeling hollow, empty

He could feel something creeping in his mind

It was dark, cruel, tempting, and unkind

He tried to ward it off, tried to fight it

But on days when he was awake and alone, he contemplated on it

Don’t think him too weak, it was a battle no one could see

It took over him so his life he took a finality

He bowed his head and there himself he hanged

The darkness he could no longer withstand 

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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