• The hoop of death hung over me
    gazing motionlessly,
    silently calling my name
    as if starving for food.
    As I was slowly drawn toward its mesmerizing shape,
    flashes of my depressingly lovely past,
    like an atomic bomb,
    reminded me when I tried so hard to forget.
    Those shadows snickering,
    whispering all around me
    echoed through my ear.
    Was I not good enough to fit in?
    The excruciating pain i felt
    from the thunderous roars of
    my parents rattled my brain.
    Was that love a lie?
    Did I not live up to everyone's expectations?
    My head was disoriented
    with those illusions of the past,
    so I decided to end this harrowing life and
    answered the call of the hoop of death.