A POET´S SUICIDE (POEM)

Once in a while
When I need to commit suicide,
With some long enough strands
of letters and words I weave a rope,
make a loop wide enough to fit my neck,
I hang myself at the top of the page,
kick and kick towards the bucket at the bottom,
my body sways and sways until people
discover it,smell its rot and exclaim;
´´he was a troubled boy!´´