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I read this mans story and was moved to write this. He killed himslf after the State took his children. [bodytext] => The Hanging of Mark E. Dexel

Chair on the floor.
Lock on the Door.
Wanting to give more.
All silenced by the noose.

Loss of Blood to my mind.
Support falls behind.
Grip slides in time.
All silenced by the noose.

Anger then denial.
Futile jesters to this trial.
Gasping for a while.
All silenced by the noose.

I pull with all my might.
Just to make tight.
Binds know no right.
All silenced by the noose.

Kicks against the heir.
How Love cannot bear.
Judging, an unknowing stare.
All silenced by the noose.

Swinging slowly back to right.
What’s been done this night?
Children grasp this plight.
Not all silenced by the noose.

There are many ways to die
Hang here now or live a lie.
Oh my children do not cry.
Know I fought against the noose.




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The Hanging of Mark E. Dexel
Date: Friday, 1st August 2003 @ 06:05:00 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: trey
The Hanging of Mark E. Dexel

Chair on the floor.
Lock on the Door.
Wanting to give more.
All silenced by the noose.

Loss of Blood to my mind.
Support falls behind.
Grip slides in time.
All silenced by the noose.

Anger then denial.
Futile jesters to this trial.
Gasping for a while.
All silenced by the noose.

I pull with all my might.
Just to make tight.
Binds know no right.
All silenced by the noose.

Kicks against the heir.
How Love cannot bear.
Judging, an unknowing stare.
All silenced by the noose.

Swinging slowly back to right.
What’s been done this night?
Children grasp this plight.
Not all silenced by the noose.

There are many ways to die
Hang here now or live a lie.
Oh my children do not cry.
Know I fought against the noose.






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