D is for Dizzy

D is for Dizzy

A Poem by David
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In this I put my mind to a frightened young lady at the point of no return. (I have never put myself into the character of a woman so this will be interesting to see how this will turn out.)

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D is for Dizzy

Here I am on the egde,

the city lights flickering below,

the wind quite heavy,

my hair a tangled mess.

The stress is too much for me,

my heart breaks,

and a tear drops a hundred feet to the pavement.

My mother tries to comfort me from the window,

but shes the devil's advocate,

my husband below,

watching me while holding the waist of another,

I become enraged once again.

Can no one be truthful,

does marriage mean nothing,

apparently its a word,

well so is death and deceit.

I have lost my job recently,

cause of my "temper",

if people werent so stupid,

I wouldnt be here right now,

I blame the world.

I hear a faint "jump" from below,

becoming sad that someone wants me gone,

cheering ensues and I become scared instead;

my dress is tangled,

I trip forward and feel gravity pulling,

so fast towards the end.

I see my life and wont miss anything,

I have amounted nothing in my journey,

I am useless to everyone,

suddenly the faces of my children appear in front of me,

but they are ghosts of the womb,

so long ago now,

I let out one last scream of pain.

The poeple crowd around,

theyre dizzy with excitement,

quickly they sweep me off the street,

into the gutter and down the drain.

My mother closes the window,

and pulls the blinds;

my husband waltzes away,

moving his hand slightly below the waist of that tramp;

and everyone puts on masks,

disperse to their schedules,

forgetting what just happened,

moving to the next ledge,

waiting for me to do it again.

 

© 2008 David


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My favorite part of this is the last line:
/...waiting for me to do it again./
So often when reading a piece on this topic the reader is left with nothing to offer beyond the emotions of the destructive properties of a suicidal voice speaking. This piece offers a gripping rendition of the possibilities behind what motivates a person towards this type of tragedy laden behavior. Exceptionally well put togethe;r and the finality offers a therapeutic remedy in a form of closure for those of us who are traumatized by the empathy stemming from the nature of compassionate people who involve themselves in the contemplation of such tragedies.


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This was filled with layers of emotion that built up this piece, and I enjoyed the way you
brought it a close. Cherrie


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

My favorite part of this is the last line:
/...waiting for me to do it again./
So often when reading a piece on this topic the reader is left with nothing to offer beyond the emotions of the destructive properties of a suicidal voice speaking. This piece offers a gripping rendition of the possibilities behind what motivates a person towards this type of tragedy laden behavior. Exceptionally well put togethe;r and the finality offers a therapeutic remedy in a form of closure for those of us who are traumatized by the empathy stemming from the nature of compassionate people who involve themselves in the contemplation of such tragedies.


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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