Silhouette of a Suicide

A broken heart can lead people to do a lot of drastic things.

Staring out my window,
I see her silhouette
far below the sterling moon;
her secret I have kept.
 

She sits there on the bridge,
staring at herself
in the reflection of the lake.
Who knows what pain she’s felt?
 

She cannot be with him;
the one for whom her love is strong.
She knows she has no choice;
it won’t be that way for long.
 

Her tears disturb the surface;
a breeze blows through her hair;
she stands upon the ledge;
saying goodbye to a world that’s not been fair.
 

I blink for just a second
and when my sight returns,
her silhouette has gone,
in my mind, her image has been burned.

 

An image of a maiden
lost within her mind;
a maiden who was broken;
a maiden past her time.

Reviews

[Stacy]

I truly enjoyed this, thank you for entering it

[Deaths Cold Kiss]

i can relate to this as well, i have had my heart broken many times and its beyond painful