The Epitaph

A silent death I choose tonight.
Miles away from the blinding light.
Hoping that the world will change
With the new dawn tomorrow.

And those wild eyes that chide me now
May drop a pearl of sorrow.

Reviews

[Aaron M. Anderson]

I can almost see the divine in this poem, the "wild eyes," being heavenly bodies. Is that phrase "drop a pearl" an allusion to the angels dropping an orb in one of Elizabeth B. Browning's Sonnets from the Portuguese, Number 22? Even if it isn't, it's a haunting picture of a tortured soul looking to raise a heavenly eyebrow with his or her act of defiance--an apparent suicide. It's so short, but packed with haunting images. Nicely crafted!