she was hanging from the treetop, <br />whilst writing her goodbyes. <br />with her head facing toward the wind, <br />and the sunset in her eyes. <br /> <br />He blackened soul was broken, <br />and her soul was withered smoke. <br />an invisible noose was round her neck, <br />as she began to choke. <br /> <br />then one last sigh escaped her lungs <br />as she took her final breath <br />and then she stared straight in the face <br />of her impending death<br /><br />Rebecca Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-told-you-ropes-were-useful/
