My little tragedy girl,
Tell me who painted those stains on your heart,
Sinking into the understanding
Life is to forever remain in your world torn apart,
So free, vain and pretty on the outside,
Enslaved by your chains to the dark and dirty inside ;
I know the sharp edge of time's blade can cut you so cruel,
Leaving you trapped in the mirror
Just a reflection of life's fool,
Shadows spark whispers of fate's faceless horsemen
You can hear them coming for you,
Bullets, razors, rope, pills and freefalling saviors
Whichever wrong answer will work best for you ;
My little tragedy boy,
Yes I know you've tried so hard,
To build a strong foundation like a tired patchwork mason,
Every brick in that wall has left you bruised and scarred,
The steady rock that could never be broken by their lies,
Turning to grains of sand and slowly ground to dust
By the constant shifting of their touching false smiles ;
I know there's only so much rain
That can fall before the dam breaks,
Inside you're running dry from sweating blood
Over a lifetime of honest mistakes,
The darkness sparks voices of fate's heartless legions
You can see them rising up all around you,
Ending the days of the pain as it rages
While burning the pages of your book of dreams,
So heed the wisdom and whispers of lost suicide sages,
Take whichever invitation will bring you closer to me ;
Let me comfort you and obscure the truth
With pretty promises that the pain will end,
Take a deep breath and dive right in
To the empty spaces between mercy and sin,
I'm here for you when you need a friend
That will lie to you and touch the weakness within,
I want to hold you close when the heartache begins,
I will love you the most
You'll never be alone again ;
I can smell your tears and the taste of your fears,
Such a fragile scent that's so hard to resist,
When the fog began to clear revealing all the wasted years
You're but a shadow of a memory calling to me through the mist ;
Don't fear the cold touch of my hand
It's only loneliness,
Life is a hard path and I understand
The seduction of eternal rest,
Just call my name and I will be there,
To sing you to sleep,
In a lullaby of the damned,
When you need the answers
Just take my hand,
When all courage is lost,
Baby I'm your man :
Author notes
33. It requires more courage to suffer than to die. Napoleon Bonaparte
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Comments
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Awww this is so sweet, it's so good to have support, not everyone has it but those who do, are truly blessed.
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Actually, on reading this again, and I'm glad I did... I get a completely different image and meaning.
It's Death - personified. Death is the speaker. The girl... all those ways of dying... are suicide options.
I don't know which interpretation I like better... I think the second one is more realistic and better suited to my personality.
You know... although Napoleon's comment is valid... I did also want to add that it takes a hell of a lot of courage to realize when there's no point in continuing on and taking it upon yourself to end it.
Just my take.
Again, either way, this is a great write.
I think I wasn't paying attention completely the first time - I was just so fascinated by the images and the feeling of warmth. Maybe because I'm not afraid of Death - and find him more of an old, welcome friend.
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Thanks much. I was taken aback upon reading your first interpretation, I thought to myself...wow...what an interesting interpretation that was I had not considered, then I smiled and laughed out loud when I read your 2nd comment and how upon 2nd reading you saw the other interpretation which was indeed the thoughts in my mind upon writing, It is the Reaper speaking, seducing and drawing near the hapless subjects.
This is why I so love poetry, it is so open to good thoughtful interpretations and I love hearing them all, especially being shown one I myself didn't even consider.
Thanks again.
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Isn't this the man we all want?
The one who will understand we have scars and heartaches, and doesn't expect to erase them, but offers his hand in comfort and in pursuit of a better future, a better life...
This is what we, as women, dream of.
This was an exquisite poem. It made me smile and sigh, at the same time.
I think you responded to that prompt perfectly. Great job and good luck in the contest (not that you need luck, with a write like this!)
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