Beautiful tragedy, you suffer sublime As you fall from the twenty-fifth floor Feelings of agony and wasted regret Will soon be a burden no more Tears that you shed in this ungrateful life Will never discredit your face Hatred will never be able to touch you Nor will I, once you're gone from this place Yet I suffer in silence as you fall away Drawing closer to ending your pain And I wonder if I could have loved you more deeply If we were not going insane But seconds stretch out to an endless abyss As the love we have shared fills my mind And I know that I lost you before you were lost Because of what was left behind Did I reach out to stop you as you stood there dying, Or did I push you to the end? Did I calm all your fears or instill fear inside? Was I enemy or was I friend? Did I show you the beauty that lies within nothing, Or the ugliness in all you saw? Could I have done more to bring joy to the madness, Or joined you as you took the fall? Why do I stand here and watch you fade out When we could descend side by side, And let the whole world pass us by just like always? Together, to live and to die But as seconds reclaim the time they're allotted And choices begin to take toll I watch in great wonder, forgetting my woes As beautiful black wings unfold Beautiful tragedy beginning to rise Above a cruel world so cold Overcoming her pain and erasing the stains This cruel world did inflict on her soul And, turning to me as she rises above She reaches out her scarred hands And I long to embrace her, my beautiful tragedy Together, forgiven or ****** I step to the edge of the beckoning void And take my last breath in this hell My eyes upon her as the world falls away And the bars fall away from my cell Seconds once again stretch out unending As worlds collide in my mind Memories fill me, for better or worse And I know that the worst is behind And I feel the release of a thousand mistakes Taking flight as I now start to rise I now hold the hands of my beautiful tragedy As we break free of our broken lives We chance to look down on a crowd gathered round A pair of unfortunate souls Twisted and broken, somehow hand in hand As they met on the pavement below An end to the pain brought on by a world That somehow refused to care Such wasted livesβ¦a beautiful tragedy So lost in love and despair
An older write. This was an idea I had for a short story that evolved into a much better poem.