Deviation Actions
Literature Text
I went to Suicide Pier;
the water was murky and grey.
The sun was not its usual yellow
on this Saturday
the torture went too far
the only relief I had was
the sound of my old guitar
But even that guitar did not
keep me from getting mad
so I decided to end it
with everything I had.
a rope hanging from above.
All I’ll do is wrap it ‘round my neck
and push will come to shove.
But even so, if I don't hang,
In my pocket, I have a knife
But still, there are other ways
That I can end my life.
Not my prescription, they say,
Maybe if I take them,
the pain will go away.
But even none of those kill me,
There’s still the water below,
Especially since I cannot swim
Perhaps it’s the best way to go.
that I am not alone,
for to my left, I see a man,
Skin and hair white as bone.
I take a closer look at him
and had to hold my breath,
because here I was, on this pier,
Face-to-Face with Death
so I thought he’d watch me pass.
Instead he placed upon my hand
a special looking glass.
In it, I see my family
after hearing of my choice
doing quite the opposite
of what I’d thought they’d do: rejoice.
screaming out my name
for that moment, I knew
of the pain and heartbreak that came.
Then I see my tormentors,
they feel remorse and regret
as for my ex-lover, I’m surprised
he’s not in jail yet.
that I was dead and gone
Adults had to calm him down,
but that didn’t help some.
I gave the looking glass back
and looked Death in the face;
I knew I wasn’t the only one
who visited this place.
and chose not to return
but I was among few who were taught
a lesson that I was to learn.
I went to Suicide Pier;
the water was murky and grey.
I made my final decision
and chose to walk away…
The End
A poem I wrote in coincide with my previous two journals
For those who have considered suicide and might not like the view
(by Rachel Velez)
