Dylan

Dylan

A Poem by Caitlin Rhea

As I watch the fireworks,
Thinking about the sparkle in your eyes.
How I'm going to miss that,
The softness of your laugh.

Dylan, son of the wave,
Is that why you cry so much?
Your bright blue eyes,
Stained with smoke.

Freshly cut open arms,
Stained with red.
I smelt the drugs,
The deafening silence,

Faintly, I can hear you,
Laughing to something that makes no sense.
That's the beauty,
Nothing makes sense.

Dylan, my favorite name,
My best friend.
I know it was rough,
Now you're gone.

I felt it coming,
The end of you.
Your soul is let free,
Flying through the galaxies.

Dylan Thomas,
What a beautiful name.
You were named after a poet,
You idolized him.

I remember the endless talks,
About him, the way you loved talking about writing.
Now I'm doing it,
Writing about you.

Dylan, a wave of the water,
Drowning slightly in your tears.
Swimming to the end,
Running out of breath.

Dear Dylan,
It's all my fault.
I let a beautiful soul,
Go to waste.

Please forgive me In your afterlife?

© 2013 Caitlin Rhea


Author's Note

Caitlin Rhea
Lost my best friend last night, wrote this for him. I hope no one ever has to go through losing someone to suicide. It's the worst feeling possible.

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The tone of this poem is very respectful, and a well written tribute. I liked how in some of the paragraphs a rhyme could be heard. "Dylan, son of the wave is this why you cry so much?" Your flow with the small repetitions are cleanly displayed. The detail of his suffering and agony is beautifully connected with the usage of water that you connected with him early in the poem to set the entire foundation.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Caitlin Rhea

11 Years Ago

Sometimes I feel like He could've been so much more then his past, but I respect him, and his choice.. read more
gwendolyn

11 Years Ago

I hope you make it through the grief, because it's the only thing you can do. And also to remember h.. read more
Caitlin Rhea

11 Years Ago

I don't think I'm going through grief, I mean, yeah I'm sad. But I don't really have any strong feel.. read more

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Caitlin Rhea
Caitlin Rhea

Corbin, KY, United States Minor Outlying Islands



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