The Noose

The noose hangs in the window

It has become a part of my life

Ever since I was a boy

I have been introspective

But this is a lot more than thinking

This is an urge.

I hate my siblings

For their selfish accentuation

Of my loss.  For they went too

Once they had their share of the money

And mine.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

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