a poem about suicide
bedroom eyes, rose lips, round forms...
clowdy sky above, deep gap below, everything else grey;
a storm is about to start any moment...
silence...so much silence...
her eyes see a young man
ready to jump into the abyss.
she keeps on walking
watching him from a distance;
he is too damaged to be saved by her,
his soul is already taken...
she sees that, she knows that ,
she does not save anyone...
he looks at her astonished by her beauty,
waiting for a sign, unable to speak..
she keeps on walking,
she passes him like nothing happens,
she pretends he is not there ,
she goes on her way...
the man jumps into the abyss, but she cannot see that
because she kept on walking ...
Poetry by anton roxana
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Written on 2011-07-11 at 14:36
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she is walking on a bridge in a white summer dress...bedroom eyes, rose lips, round forms...
clowdy sky above, deep gap below, everything else grey;
a storm is about to start any moment...
silence...so much silence...
her eyes see a young man
ready to jump into the abyss.
she keeps on walking
watching him from a distance;
he is too damaged to be saved by her,
his soul is already taken...
she sees that, she knows that ,
she does not save anyone...
he looks at her astonished by her beauty,
waiting for a sign, unable to speak..
she keeps on walking,
she passes him like nothing happens,
she pretends he is not there ,
she goes on her way...
the man jumps into the abyss, but she cannot see that
because she kept on walking ...
Poetry by anton roxana
Read 474 times
Written on 2011-07-11 at 14:36
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