19 June 2012
@misslittleDHP 's improv challenge... Words: alone, think, tree, wind, bare, tense.
The need to be alone encompasses me, While I sit beneath this old oak tree.
The wind blows softly, My mind is at rest, It's time to go, my time I have chosen to wisely invest.
The rope sways softly as I climb up a bit, The noose and me are destined; a perfect fit.
I think of things I have seen and done, It has all been worth it iv given so much to everyone.
I drop and it cracks, tense for a moment then I swing lifelessly, My soul flees bare for all to see.
Do not judge me as I chose to die, Do not judge me for Not saying goodbye.
"It was my time, I'd done all that I could",
Was the message I'd carved into the old oak wood.
Do Not Judge Me • Opuss № I