Locus

I feel like a rope tethered through my neck,

Tightening and losing the grip,

Time and again.

Strangling till I take my last breath 

Realising it to calm,

Just before I meet,

The almighty death.

Time and again 

When the grip is tighten 

The demanding pain

The never-ending misery.

Sometimes 

I fight 

And sometimes 

I just quit.

Time and again,

When the grip is loosened

I try and redeem

My pain

My misery.

My mistakes  

My fragility.

.

.I feel like a rope tethered through my neck,

Tightening and losing the grip,

Time and again.

Until either, I break free

Or take my last breath