By a Thread

Fists clenched tightly around my noose

I have a grasp on life

But also a means to end myself,

and save me from the strife.

My mind swims with fears

but my life I had not fought for,

My eyes fill with tears

But I never minded the water.

The rope is coarse

and scratches me,

but pain replaces fear

Sweet relief with just the thought;

It ending now, it ending here.

But cowards hang while others stand and fight.

I found my self, but have yet to see

my reflection in the light.

I found my darkest hour had turned to years

I fight for time

I fight for life

I fight fearing,

The end.