Beckon Of Suicide
Author: Crimson Angel
Such a beautiful moon
The dewdrops of starlight benign
Mounting waves crashing below
The rocks at the bottom, so fine
Lest this temptation encircle me
For the night, be so ever still
A wind of beckon to call me
Send my shoulder opposing a chill
Half of me lingers above it
The other half, too frightened to risk
As though awaiting to be scolded
A child caught - Tisk, tisk, tisk
Still clinging to that of fear
Wishing to be released
Protected as a fallen
A fallen from grace in the least
Thus my wings shall spread out wide
My chains shall release their grasp
I shall pull out of existence
O death, embrace me at last
Comments on this poem/writing:
|John (188.8.131.52) -- Thursday, March 25 2004, 09:37 am|
Well structured poem, I think it is excellent.
|Crimson Angel (184.108.40.206) -- Monday, March 29 2004, 09:47 pm|
Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
|Mike (220.127.116.11) -- Thursday, April 21 2005, 12:04 pm|
This poem sent shivers down my spine. I love watching the moon, and I've had the same sort of temptations come across me while I sit and stare at it. I found it hard to put into words, but I'm sure I couldn't have done it even half as good as you've done it here.
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