my heart, bruised but beating,
is tired of the pain.
i long for the ending,
the soft and the still
conclusion of sadness;
i must leave here sane
as death of denial
gives way to free will.
i stand at the cliff's edge,
peering far below
at the hard, crashing waves
that batter the shore
with salt inundation
of each rocky row.
i know that in minutes
i'll suffer no more.
deep peace washes over
as waves suffocate
my innocent breath
as the water breaks in
and floods my pure lungs
with a cold, bitter hate.
soon water envelops
and life is scraped thin.
the service is touching;
the organ plays low
as dear friends and family
cry salt tears of grief.
away from the pain now,
the wind starts to blow.
i peer down from heaven
and feel sweet relief.
