Has your life ever depended

on something so insignificant

that the tiniest mistake

send you to the edge?

For me, everyday, that is my fate.

Staring up to the heavens

from my newly constructed gallows--

the results of multiple errors--

I await the next riddle.

Only, I know the answer this time.

But who can hear me?

I am insignificant.

"O!" I scream to the sky.

"O! O! Damn you, it is O!"

But there is no listener.

The fool, the puzzle solver

(so very incompetent)

is immune to my berating.

And tears cannot be dammed.

I know that I am damned.

The hope I once felt is gone.

The solver's mouth forms

into the shape of an O.

And for one single moment,

I am elated, high with the dream of freedom.

"Y!"

Dammit!

My feet slip from under me and I fall.

The noose tightens around my neck.

I am writhing.

Dying.

Dammit.

"Hang-man!"

Oh, shut up.