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Seaside Suicide
by Holly H DunneSalty tear drops squeezed from my soul
Bits of my heart that this world has stole
Pieces of me I've given away
Bonds you wanted to severe and fray
Broken inside with holes that won't fill
Last time I tried swallowing pill after pill
This time I know what feels right for me
Razor in hand I walk to the sea
I sit on my rock, hidden from view
To stop my pain I know what I must do
Drowned by waves of my love and devotion
They wash over me like the waves of the ocean
Diamond hard kiss sucks out my pain
Kiss my other wrist and then never again
The ocean's blue rain is bleached deep red
And will always keep the tears I bled
Loved and embraced by the arms of the tide
For the gift of my seaside suicide
04/09/2002 Posted on 04/09/2002
Copyright © 2025 Holly H Dunne
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 10/03/02 at 03:09 PM The images you've chosen here are perfect for expressing how attractive suicidal impulse can be, how it can be an almost sexual desire. I love the comparison of crying to bleeding. |
| Posted by Quinn Vokes on 01/09/03 at 11:37 PM i agree w/those above... and you're right, it reminds me of my poem, "Don't Cry For Me." both seaside suicides. but yours is more... i don't know... in my mind it's more personal, b/c you describe the suicide, not just jumping, like me. wonderfully done. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/08/11 at 03:11 PM I absolutely ditto what the two above me said...wow. This is very personal and due to that, I think it cuts deeper; nicely done work about a topic I've unfortunately given my thoughts to. |
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