The AttemptA Poem by David Lewis PagetI’d decided that I’d drown myself And waded from the shore, If I had to live without you I would want to live no more, For you’d shouted that you’d done with me, There was no second chance, Though I’d loved and thought you needed me You ended our romance. They had said it was more pleasant than A gunshot to the chest, That you’d slowly drift away, and Wouldn’t leave quite such a mess, And I didn’t fancy dying from A bullet in the head, It would spoil the later viewing Even though I would be dead. I could always cut my throat, I thought, To make you scream and shout, For my blood would stain your carpet You would never get it out, But I thought it might be painful for That thirty second bleed, And at best, I’m quite the coward, It was pain I didn’t need. So I came in my depression to The shingle on the shore, And I watched the massive breakers As the tide came in once more, Then it struck me, it was easy All I had to do was wade, Way on out to deeper water where My body could be laid. I’d be caught by undercurrents, Taken right out by the rip, Would be sucked right down and drowned on this My final deadly trip, So I pushed on out and waded there, And pushed against the tide, Though I wouldn’t be quite honest if I didn’t say I cried. Every time I made a hundred yards The breakers took me in, As if the white capped rollers wouldn’t Help me in my sin, They were thrusting me back shoreward Every time I tried to turn, Until I was exhausted And I found I couldn’t drown. Then I staggered from the water and I fell upon my face, And I thought your voice was calling Till I looked and saw you, Grace, You were holding out a towel while You stood and caught your breath, Then you said, ‘Get dry, and come back home, It’s cold, you’ll catch your death.’ David Lewis Paget
© 2017 David Lewis PagetReviews
|
StatsAuthor
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|