I HOPE

I hope they take my tears tonight.

Tears I cry every night. 

I hope they wipe my fears.

Fears that shiver mine heart. 

I hope they take this paper away.

The paper I will use to write my last.

I hope they take away my pen.

That which I loved.

That which wrote and knew my heart.

That which connected to my soul.

I hope they take away the table.

The table I wrote on.

The table I will use to get up there. 

I hope they take away the stool. 

That I sat on.

That I will use, to get to the table.

Will you please take this rope? 

This still snake?

This natural killer! 

Will you take this rope.

That which I will use to get down from up there. The rope you bought to tie the sack.

I hope they take the gravity.

That will give up on holding onto me.

That will let me down from up there.

I hope they listen to my cry and read my mind.

I hope they see my paper and pen.

I hope they feel my fear.

I hope they wipe my rust dry.

Before the rope they bought me calls me and takes me up there just to let me go.

I hope they do.