Life Taking

Suicide.

Life Taking

 

I look up

She’s sitting

Feet dangling

 

Her call is like a mist

Words drizzles down

They sting

 

“Why shouldn’t I?”

 

I scream again,

 

“I love you”

 

Her hair wisps

Dancing in the light

Brushed aside

 

“My heart is empty,

My hope has fled. 

 

Your love is plenty

My soul is dead”

 

My heart skips

Its beat anticipates

Yet hopes

 

“I love you.”

 

I felt her eyes

Stare

And shut

 

Her call

 

“Its not enough”

Author's Note

I remember writing something like this in High-School, figured I would recreate it with some dialogue. Hope you like it!

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

you are a sensitive soul started early ...writing this in high school says a lot ... nice job creating this moment in time ..your first verse does that immediately for me ... the small details like hair brushed aside are all poignant "now" experiences .. teen suicides especially young ladies is a terrible scourge it seems ..and so much of hte pressures are inflicted by peers and unrealistic expectations wrought by Hollywood and advertising ..strong social voice in your poem
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[L. Michelle Corp]

Uhh, now this I can very much relate to, unfortunately (the girl's perspective). There is nothing more I can say, you already said it here.

[alifeacoustic]

Such sad, poignant words. When love can't save us, what can? Sometimes the barriers are beyond each and the person is locked inside with no way of getting out. Tragically sad. Thank you for sharing this wonderful write.