Decision Time(Fiction)

A poem in triplets

Decision time.

 

I stood alone on Beachy head.

In the dark hour before the dawn

And contemplated suicide.

 

All of my hopes and dreams were dead

I was frustrated and forlorn.

This was my moment to decide.

 

To end it now or try instead

To think I could be reborn.

I knew somehow way deep inside.

 

That I could change the life I’d led.

I watched the new day being born

The sunlight shining on the tide.

 

Which prompted me to look ahead.

Follow the example of the dawn.

I became certain if I tried.

 

I could begin to plan ahead

Discarding ideas now outworn.

Banishing thoughts of suicide.

 

Today we visit Beachy Head

No longer lonely and forlorn

But with my partner by my side.

 

I found new hope at Beachy Head

In that dark hour before the dawn.

I can look back with modest pride.

 

Though quickly past three years have fled.

To the day hope was reborn

And I rejected suicide.

 

Friday, 06 January 2012

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Reviews

[Hotwater]

Enjoyed this work, pleased the poem ended on a positive. Good imagery throughout.
*bird*

[emmajoy]

Dark and deliberate, a would-be tragedy but written so well .. as always. In spite of adhering to the rules the strength of emotion is very obvious.

Know Beachy Head, its reputation is so awful .. can see the figure you write about standing there .. the sound of dark threshing sea, the man's screaming thoughts.

[Donald Meikle]

How many have been there?
How easy is it to say f**k it all?
Hang in there pal experience it all
You an' me we've seen it all
Or have we?