Poem for a Suicide (standard:poetry, 156 words)
Author: kendall thomas	Added: Jan 20 2008	Views/Reads: 2656/3	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
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It was raining on that day I saw you 

standing on the Santa Monica Pier 

looking dejected leaning on the rail. 

. 

You stared down at the empty beach and blue 

water as if searching for yourself in a mirror. 

It was raining on that day I saw you. 

. 

But there was nothing that anyone could do 

to save you on that cold morning; no seer 

could have foreseen you leaning on the rail. 

. 

Like me, I knew, life's struggle had got to 

you; there was, I guess, no will left to peer 

through the mist of pain that day I saw you 

. 

into some brighter future; it's I who 

regret not stopping to comfort you, dear, 

looking dejected leaning on the rail. 

. 

In the newspaper I read about you, 

how they found you floating under the pier. 

I'll never forget that day I saw you 

looking dejected leaning on the rail. 


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