They say you fell into the creek.
Well you did, but not by accident.
You fell from the willow,
Like the tears you so often shed of late.
Life was too much
So you breathed the water like it was air,
Gasping between unheard sobs.
Drop by drop by bucketful of current
Moved between the folds of your dress
And pulled you in deeper and deeper.
The wreaths of flowers entangled around
Your wrists, your hair, your neck;
Beautiful nooses,
Symbolic of despair and misdirection.
Your life left you
Like a hey nonny, nonny
As innocence fled from Denmark
To the safety of inexistence.
How she wanted to pull you free,
But didn't.
This was your final escape.
You deserved it.
And now you lie
In a grave dug by comic relief
And filled with regret.
An unmarked grave
For an unmarked soul
Tainted by nothing,
But the wet mark of suicide.
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 12:58 AM UTC
They say you fell into the creek.
Well you did, but not by accident.
You fell from the willow,
Like the tears you so often shed of late.
Life was too much
So you breathed the water like it was air,
Gasping between unheard sobs.
Drop by drop by bucketful of current
Moved between the folds of your dress
And pulled you in deeper and deeper.
The wreaths of flowers entangled around
Your wrists, your hair, your neck;
Beautiful nooses,
Symbolic of despair and misdirection.
Your life left you
Like a hey nonny, nonny
As innocence fled from Denmark
To the safety of inexistence.
How she wanted to pull you free,
But didn't.
This was your final escape.
You deserved it.
And now you lie
In a grave dug by comic relief
And filled with regret.
An unmarked grave
For an unmarked soul
Tainted by nothing,
But the wet mark of suicide.
