The "Noose"

I sit in solace in a room made

Of steel and concrete. 

They think I'm at 

The end; little do I know 

How close I am.

Silence fills the room

And I think of my

Evening prior; the 

Noose around my neck 

Creaking in my mind.

The seatbelt couldn't 

Hold any weight, but

Dammit did I try.

It held me back with its

Safety latch, but I did not die.

Now here I sit in agony,

Waiting for my diagnosis.

The doctor finally comes back

And I'm cleared; cleared to

Try again.