You'll find me at the end of the rope

No one knows this place ,
quiet and serene ,
deep in the mountains
beneath an avalanche

Hanging in the branches
of a weeping willow ;
choking , gasping , slowly dying ;
where no one will know

I was merely a human being
looking for the meaning of life ,
but how could have I started to live
if all I have ever known
was only
to exist

and I am sorry
for interrupting the world ,
but only for a moment ;
just to tie a rope

the willow and me ;
now we are one ,
swinging like a spider's web
with the cadence of the wind

I would have used a knife
if I had known
that this sullen , old willow
is the Tree of Life

Reviews

[workscot]

This verse travels down a road from despair to final enlightenment of a sort.I could see Hemmingway writing this piece as he loaded his gun for the last time.For someone as young as you I'm thinkin you may have strayed onto this path if only briefly to evaluate the array of options we are afforded in this life.You write well beyond your years with power and prowess as in this piece and sons of the north.I shall return for further enlightenment.Kudos Marina

[Marina N. Lovrić]

honored to er compared to Hemmingway, not that I intended in any way tough, but it's nice :) thank you, I always thought the same except for now I feel like I write parallely with my age haha. who knows.
I will be expecting your enlightenment ;D

[Antoñyo]

I don't know...This, to me, screams of someone feeling different and in a world in which they don't belong.
But like so many people in that category, the lack of acceptance is way to great to cope and they fail to realize that creating their own paths leads to new worlds. How interesting can that be?

Just loved
"and I am sorry
for interrupting the world,"
Powerful line in this content.
Thanks for sharing

[Relic]

I like the irony at the end. This is sad but well written. It displays the isolation one goes through before meeting her end.