I can feel

I can feel

A rope tied in slipknot around my neck

I'm running out of everything I'm running after

Time is slipping away like that chair I stand on,

Under my feet, below that hung rope

I'm thinking

Of jumping off and let it wring the life out of me

Tonight, I write my own elegy

This is poetry of some sorts 

Distraction

Disturbance

Commotion

This is everything, this is all

I can feel