As I take,
My last sip,
My body collapses,
I lose my grip.
The bottle falls,
From my hand,
Crashing down,
The pieces land.
Echoing silence,
Through the gloom,
Shades of gray,
Fill the room.
Tracing my wrist,
With a sharp tip,
I pierce it slowly,
And watch it drip.
Thoughts begin,
My mind races,
More appears,
As the glass traces.
Enchanted beauty,
Still remains,
Lightning crashes,
And comes the rain.
My eyes close,
I experience pain,
For the last time,
The Angels explain.
Author notes
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7. And Comes the Rain
A contest entry
- Options...once again... by Celticjedi.
450 points, ended September 29, 2007, 23 entries
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Very deep. This will meet anyone on an extreme emotional level. The way this poem is written and the use of the title both tie into your theme, which is the mark of a great writer! Thanks for entering, keep it up.
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