Kicked The Bucket

A dark poem

The rope was tied, the noose was set,
A final peace he thought he'd get.
He stood upon a wobbly chair,
To banish all his deep despair.
For is heart was broke from unrequited love,


But fate, it seemed, had other plans,
Slipping through his trembling hands.
The knot gave way, the deed undone,
He crashed to earth, his face upon the dirty floor,


A furious roar, a bitter curse,
He'd failed, and rage began to burst.
His eyes then fixed, with burning spite,
Upon a bucket in his sight.


With impotent and boiling rage,
He kicked it from life's final stage.
His foot connected, sharp and loud,
Lost balance in that angry cloud.




He pitched and tumbled, struck the ground,
A sickening and fatal sound.
The death he sought, by self-inflicted blow,
Came not from rope, but falling low.
This is to be how the expression of kicked the bucket came to be.